"I'm not seeking penance for what I've done, Father. I'm asking forgiveness for what I'm about to do."
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In which Cecilia Murdock picked up her father's mantle only to have old enemies resurface while she's trying to navigate through college and h...
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"I've never seen your smile, or your face when you laugh but I can feel those things."
April 2016
"Dad..."
The apartment was dark other than the purple glow coming in through the windows, the billboard illuminating the living room enough for Cecilia to see a dark figure on the couch, where low pained groans were echoing the apartment.
"Dad, are okay—oh my god!" She gasped once she had made her way around the couch to see her father's beaten and bloody face, he was in a dark long sleeve and black pants. She could see several tears in the fabric, deep red oozing out.
"C-Cecilia? I'm okay, go to bed..." The man groaned out waving his arm in the air before regretting it and letting out an uncomfortable cough.
"Dad, you're bleeding! So much, oh my god!" Cecilia squeaked out once she continued to assess the damages her hands beginning to tremble at the sight.
"Go to bed!" He snapped starting to push himself to his feet but the young girl put her hand to his chest and pushed him back, with his injured state she was able to keep him from getting very far.
"No! You're bleeding! Sit down and tell me what's going on!" Cecilia responded in an equally exasperated tone, despite the fear racing through her body she couldn't help that her body filled with curiosity.
"I fell."
"Bullshit!"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. You're lying, I know you're lying so stop and let me help you. And tell me what happened," Cecilia breathed out, her ears catching the familiar thumping of what she was almost certain was his heartbeat.
"Just get the first aid kit, I'll tell you..."
Cecilia paused for a minute before racing into the bathroom and getting the large first aide kit before sitting on the coffee table across from her father.
She was hesitant to do anything but when she heard him let out another pained groan she started doing the best that she could with what he had taught her. Cecilia cut away his shirt and started cleaning the large wounds and then got what she needed to do stitches.
"So...you gonna tell me or do I have to 'accidentally' slip on one of these stitches?" Cecilia chuckled although he could tell she didn't find any of this situation funny and instead was trying to keep herself from freaking out.
