Mind Of a Child

4.

A few years later.

Kinry's POV.

     I love daddy. He's always happy to see me, except when the police are home. Daddy always says he's happy, that everything is great. But daddy lies. He lies for me, because of me. My friends have told me that I used to have spots of blood on my clothes or that I used to come to school with the police. But I don't remember. Daddy says he doesn't remember. 

     I came downstairs and daddy was cleaning the floor. He was wearing an apron and holding a knife in one hand. I thought I saw a woman's head peaking out from behind him, but I can't remember. I have trouble remembering. Once daddy had noticed me, he shut the door, the last thing I saw of him was him wiping red stuff off his face, the knife in his hand. "He must have spilt some punch. Or maybe he was cutting strawberries?" I thought. I ignored it and went towards the living room. But when I passed the basement door I heard quiet whimpering. "Food... water.." it called out, but I decided to ignore. I'm sure whatever it is daddy has it taken care of.

     I think daddy is the strongest, most handsome man. He always knows what to do when I'm hurt. He always has a smirk on his face when he laughs at my jokes. Sometimes I think it's scary, other times I laugh with him. I believe he has it all under control. So I don't dare bother his work or ever go in the basement. So, instead I went upstairs and into daddy's room. His bed was all messed up and there was a few items of girly clothes on the floor. I laugh. "He must've been playing dress up. Silly daddy."