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｡*ﾟ.*.｡ ❝ 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗪𝗘 𝗚𝗢 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘?❞
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A TERRIBLE SCREECHING NOISE SOUNDED FROM OUTSIDE ARIA'S BEDROOM WINDOW. She woke up from her peaceful slumber, only to be terrified by the noise, and the scary looking hand shadow that accompanied it.
The little girl whimpered as the sound got louder and the hand / tree branch lowered to the location of the latches on the window. Tears instantly sprouted in her eyes as she grabbed her teddy bear and blanket before bolting out of her room.
This happened almost every time Aria stayed with Dean. She would go to sleep, be woken up by the horrifying tree branch, and then go downstairs to sleep on the couch. Only this time was different.
Tonight she needed her father. She needed the man who once swept her room for monsters and reassured her that there was none. She just wanted him to hold her until she fell asleep, so she knew she was safe.
Her feet pattered against the carpeted floors down the hall to Dean and Lisa's room. She thought for a second that Lisa might be angered at her disrupted sleep, but then she remembered that it was Lisa; who the hell cared?
More tears poured from her eyes as her heart pounded, the fear making it hard to catch her breath. She was scared the creature outside her window had gotten in and was going to chase her. If she got to her father in time, she knew he wouldn't let that happen.
She threw the door open and rushed over to her father's bedside. His eyes instantly opened, his hand that was hanging off the bed was feeling around for his gun under the bed.
He almost pulled it out, but immediately dropped it when his daughter came into his field of vision. He sat up, slightly disoriented, but quickly became well awake at the sight of his hyperventilating child.
"Wha- What's wrong, Baby?" He grumbled, now sitting on the side of the bed. Aria only whimpered in return, unable to speak as she launched herself into his lap, instantly grabbing onto his forearm tightly.
