Yes, Daddy. || in process of editing

"Hello."

Tessa

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He backed me against the nearest wall, keeping his hand over my mouth to prevent me from screaming out. The woman that was laying on the bed struggled against the rope that she was tied in, coughing up. His grey eyes looked intense, breathing in heavily. "Baby girl," he exhaled out. I could smell his minty breath, scaring me as I realized that it was him. It was. "Get out of here," he ordered me. I couldn't speak as he backed away, his eyes going to the ground. My body stood there, wishing to go to another place. This isn't real, Tessa. I breathed out, watching him as he pulled the gloves over his hands. It hurt to look, knowing that I couldn't help her and this was all a dream. This is all a dream. I cried out as I heard her scream, turning my back to them like the time of the incident. All I could hear after that was her last breath before everything was silent, tears pouring out of my eyes. Daddy sat there above her, heavily breathing as he backed away from her. I closed my eyes, whispering to myself and wishing to be in another place.

I felt his hand on me, myself flinching as I felt the cold skin on me. "Get away," I fell back onto the marble tile. My eyes opened, realizing that I was in a different place. The white walls turned into the open space of our apartment, Daddy's apparel changing from the black clothing to his usual grey suit. I felt my head spin, the whole confusion between these two worlds colliding. Daddy sat next to me, his hand brushing away my hair. I looked up at him, letting him press his lips against mine. Was this real? His lips were soft, mesmerizing me as he looked back into my eyes. I let him pick my body up, holding me with his arms. My eyes traveled down to my apparel, the casual clothing turning into my elegant dress. He moved both of my arms to his shoulders, looking into my eyes. I stayed quiet, staring into his grey eyes.

I flinched awake, my heart beating faster than ever. My body turned around, scanning Daddy's sleeping body that was next to me. I clutched the thin sheet as I sat up, giving him the comforter as I wrapped the sheet around my body. My body lifted off of the bed, quietly searching for my clothing. I picked up my bra and panties off of the ground, slipping them on as I looked at the sleeping body on the bed. My fingers picked up Daddy's shirt, pulling it over my body. I walked towards the door, looking back at him before exiting the room.

It felt different to step out into a different dwelling instead of our apartment, the walls bare of any pictures. Daddy always had paintings and decorations up on the wall, unlike the barely painted walls that we had here. Are we moving here? I shook that thought out of my mind, walking down the stairs to the living area. The view from the open window was dark, only the lights that were turned on the porch. It felt cold as the air struck my skin, the lack of furniture letting it roam around the bare room. I stood in front of the window, blinking my eyes to see a clear view of the outside world. Where were we? The trees blocked my view, providing me with the sparkling of the snow that covered the branches. I thought of Daddy's eyes when he smiled, the blue fading into the grey. He was very intimidating, even the first look of him striking me seven years ago.

Johanna made me hold the other children's hand as she carried the newborn we received two weeks ago. I always liked holding the other foster children, knowing that we wouldn't be seeing each other after a meeting with a couple that wanted children. It felt different to be in Johanna's foster home for so long, seeing the other kids come and go within the month. I looked up at the grand company that we were heading into, seeing the building's floors go up and never ending. Johanna greeted the man that held the door for us, smiling as I tried to control the young ones from running around. The foster home was often crowded; this time being filled with these twins and a newborn. I had to share my room with the newborn, letting the twins have the room next door.

Everything was like the other meetings we've gone to, the only thing different this time was the adopter didn't have a wife or anyone. He sat there in his chair, looking over us as he talked to Johanna. It was intimidating to look into his eyes at first, his eye color different from the rest. They were grey. Like mine. Johanna said that my eye color was rare and I shouldn't take that for granted. He would often drift out of the conversation and look at me, his intense eyes viewing me like I was some sort of object. I looked to the ground, not wanting to look into his grey eyes that mirrored mine.

The same thing didn't happen at the end, my mind not knowing where to begin. It usually ended with one of the children being adopted, leaving me waiting for another foster child to come into the house. Johanna held me back while the others waited with one of the ladies in the waiting room. She kneed down to my height, telling me that the mysterious man that I was looking at was adopting me. It felt strange to hear those words put together, bringing happiness to me inside. I watched as he opened his office door, letting himself out and looking at me. Johanna waved goodbye to me, wishing me luck with the adopter. I saw the man in grey approach me, kneeling down to my height. He greeted me with his thick accent, "Hello." It reminded me of one of the adopters that we met last week. Northern Irish, I think. His name was something to remember, sticking to my memory. Jamie Dornan.

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