AN: There is quite a lot of offensive language in this chapter. I felt like I needed to use it, but anyway- you've been warned. Let me also warn you that this chapter is slightly distressing. Sorry about that, but it's necessary for the story to progress.
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Six-Year Old Jasper's POV
Daddy's breath smelled again. It was the same smell as last time, and Daddy didn't think I knew that it was because he had been drinking Naughty Juice. He drank it a lot around me, and it changed him. When Daddy drank Naughty Juice, he turned into a different Daddy and he would be very mean to me. Sometimes he would even hit me. Last time his breath didn't smell nice, I told him because mummy had always taught me to be honest. Daddy started to shake and it made me afraid. All of a sudden, his hand had flew like a toy airplane towards my face and I screamed as stars sparkled behind my eyes.
When I woke up, I felt like I had been asleep for a very long time. I didn't mind that, because I knew Daddy would be drinking Naughty Juice again and he scared me when he did that. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and looked around me. Why was it so dark? Oh no. I was in the cellar. There were spiders down here and scary shadows. I didn't like the cellar. It made me get butterflies in my tummy, and not the type mummy once told me I would feel when I first kissed a girl. It sounded disgusting. Girls had germs- why would I want to kiss them? My nose wrinkled.
It was cold down here. I shivered and hugged myself, hoping that Daddy would protect me if any monsters tried to eat me. How would he find me then? I would be all gone, and only my bones would be left. Trembling, I started to cry.
"Daddy?" I shouted, wishing that it would be the Daddy I loved who came. One hundred seconds passed and Daddy didn't reply. "Daddy?" I tried again. "I'll be a good boy- I promise!"
The sound of a key turning in the door made me look up to the sky. Yay- good Daddy had heard me! He was going to save me from the monsters and we would be best friends again. I was so happy- I missed Daddy a lot. But he was always so nasty lately, and he never had time for me. When I tried to hug him, he took off his belt and hit my bare back until I cried and said sorry. I never tried to hug him anymore, but I still loved him. Daddy was my hero, even when he was mean. I knew that beneath nasty Daddy, nice Daddy was still there, and one day, he would come back and everything would be okay.
The door at the top of the stairs opened and I stood up happily, clapping my hands together. "Daddy! I knew you would come."
There was a sound like a dog's growl and I hugged myself tighter."Who the fuck you calling Daddy, you dumb little shit? You're no son of mine!" Oh no. Daddy sounded angry. What had I done this time?
I don't know what some of his words meant, but I knew he had been drinking Naughty Juice because Nice Daddy would never talk to me like that.
"Get up here now! You have five seconds!"
Scared again, I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. I ran so fast that I tripped on the last step and fell at Daddy's feet. I looked up. He was even scarier from here.
"Get up, you little shit!"
Quickly, I stood up. My knee was bleeding but I didn't dare look at it because I knew I would start to cry when I saw the blood and Daddy would laugh at me and call me weak, even though I didn't know what weak meant. I kept my eyes low because I knew that Daddy hated it when I looked into his eyes. Was he hiding something there? I would keep his secret. He didn't trust me enough though. I didn't know why. I was good at keeping secrets. Mummy said so.
"Listen to me closely, you worthless fuck. If anyone asks you, mummy is on holiday. She was under a lot of pressure from work and she needed a break. Understood?" Daddy's voice was rough, and he was holding my wrist so tight that I knew there would be a bruise there tomorrow. "Understood?" He said again, digging his nails into me. Ow. That really hurt.
"Yes, Daddy." I said obediently. "I understand." And I did. Mummy had disappeared and I didn't know where she had gone. Daddy's words made sense. She was on holiday. I wanted to ask why she didn't take me, but I was too afraid that Daddy would hit me if I opened my mouth. He was still holding my hand like he wanted to hurt me.
"Now go straight up to your mother's room and sleep. If I come up in five minutes and you're not asleep, you don't want to know what I'll do." Daddy's voice made me shake. What would he do? I didn't ask because mummy had taught me never to ask a question I didn't want to know the answer to. Instead, I started to run to mummy's room but Daddy pulled me back. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He sneered. His words sounded strange, like he was underwater.
"G-g-going to sleep, Daddy."
He slapped me hard across the face and I fell to the floor, bursting into tears. Why did Daddy have to be so mean? Couldn't he just love me like mummy loved me? Like he used to love me?
"Did I dismiss you, you dumb fuck?"
I didn't know what dismiss meant, so I didn't say anything.
All I heard was Daddy making a sound deep in his throat and then a woman's voice telling him to come back to bed. Daddy said something rude to her and she disappeared. Daddy turned back to me. "Go now. I swear, if you're not asleep in five minutes, I'm going to to murder you."
I didn't question him further, or try to test him. I just listened and ran up the stairs, jumping straight under the covers. My eyes were closed as soon as my head hit the feathery pillows, but I knew I wouldn't be asleep for a long time. I had bad dreams.
Luckily, that night I managed to sleep within the five minutes. I wasn't sure if Daddy came in to check on me or not, but when I woke up from my first nightmare, I could hear the sound of a woman's screaming. I didn't know if she was in pain or not because it didn't sound like it. It sounded like a happy scream.
It was hard for me to get back to sleep but after a while of listening to the rain falling outside, tapping softly against the window, I fell back to sleep. I knew I would have many bruises in the morning.
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AN: *takes a deep breath*.
Man, that was an emotional chapter for me to write. Poor Jasper. It's so sad that his father physically abuses and seems to genuinely hate him and yet Jasper still looks up to him. Please comment and vote as always. Let's all cry together, guys :'(
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