Children of a Murderer

𝓕𝓘𝓕𝓣𝓔𝓔𝓝 - 𝓔𝓛𝓘𝓩𝓐𝓑𝓔𝓣𝓗

Have I ever expressed how much I hate my family? Here let me give you a laydown.

I HATE THEM. I HATE THEM. I HATE THEM! I HATE MOMMY! I HATE DADDY! I HATE MIKEY! I HATE EVAN! Actually, I don't hate Evan or Mikey. I HATE MY PARENTS!

Does that make it clear how much I hate them?

Well I hate them today because Daddy sent me to my bedroom because I was "being too loud". How dare he! I am never loud. Daddy just didn't want me to disturb Mommy, don't even get me started on how upset I am at her. She hasn't come down from her bedroom in a week! Mommy isn't giving me attention! Only Mikey and Evan have come to check on me in my bedroom, so I'm fine with them today.

But now Mikey's on a phone call with Simon, Evan is nowhere to be found, and I'm just supposed to deal with it? I'm a kid! I NEED ATTENTION! I need a forever playmate.

I NEED A DOG! 

"What a good idea Elizabeth!" I exclaimed. "Thank you, Elizabeth!" I hopped up from the floor and dashed downstairs where Daddy was walking to go and see Mommy, which I was not going to allow of course. 

I stood right in front of him and Daddy sighed. "Elizabeth, you are supposed to be in your bedroom," he said, his voice was stern but I really didn't care about what Daddy said.

"I want a dog," I said.

"Elizabeth, not right now," Daddy sighed.

I stomped my feet and screamed. "You and Mommy all always busy with whatever, Mikey has a LIFE, and Evan can't stop crying for more than two minutes! I NEED SOMEONE TO PAY ATTENTION TO ME!" I screamed.

"Elizabeth Marie Afton, if you do not quiet down right now, I will make sure you stay in your room all day tomorrow. No dinner, no lunch, no breakfast. Not even ice cream," Daddy said. I wasn't letting him go that easily. I wanted a dog and I was going to get a dog. 

"I WANT A DOG! GIVE ME A DOG NOW! I WANT IT RIGHT NOW!" I screamed, stomping my feet. Daddy sighed again before picking me up in one scoop. I tried kicking and struggling but Daddy seemed unaffected by my attempts. 

"Who is going to care for the dog?" Daddy asked, taking me up the stairs. 

"I will!"

"You're going to feed it?"

"Yes!"

"You're going to make sure it has water?"

"Yes!"

"You're going to bathe it?"

"Of course!"

"You're going to make sure it has no accidents inside of the house? Because if it does, you're cleaning it up, Elizabeth."

"I won't let it!" I exclaimed. I really wanted this dog.

"This dog is going to be your responsibility," he said. "One wrong move and I'm sending it back to the pound."

"I won't let it!" I said, Daddy sitting me down on my bed.

"We will go in the morning," he said. "Right now, you need sleep, Elizabeth. You don't want your Mommy not wanting the dog, right? I'm fine with it, but you need both parents permission! And how will you get that if you disobey and disobey and disobey?"

"I'll go to bed, I promise, Daddy!" I nodded eagerly.

"Good," Daddy smiled. "Goodnight, Elizabeth."

"Goodnight, Daddy!" I said, placing a kiss on his cheek before he tucked me in and turned off the lights.

bee: william actually being a dad?

Morning came too slow. I shot up and out of bed the second that I saw that it was now morning. I ran downstairs to the kitchen where Mikey, Evan, Daddy, and Mommy was. Wait, Mommy? Now I could finally chew her out!