My Little Violet

Violet's Living Nightmare

"D-d-dad?"

Scott had just finished reading Violet a story and tucking her into bed. He was confused, usually she was out like a light after he started leaving. As such, he turned immediately, not being able to hide the worry on his face.

"Yes, Vi?"

"D-d-daddy tried to hurt m-me..."

"What?!" Vincent did something? Vincent was probably the only one who loved Violet more than he did, and now he was being accused of doing something to their daughter. Thousands of possibilities rushed through his head. What could he have done?

"H-he brought me i-into the back room... he had a knife, and he held it really high over my head, a-and..." She burst out into tears.

He rushed over to comfort her, sitting on the edge of the bed and hugging her close. "Shh, shh, Vi, tell me what happened."

"... h-he just... s-stopped..."

"Stopped?"

"Yeah... and he looked at me, and he put the knife down, and he started crying... h-h-he was apologizing a lot, and he hugged me and kissed me and told me to please n-not say anything. H-he kept telling me he loved me, that he didn't mean to do this..."

"I'll go talk to daddy, alright?"

"O-okay... goodnight, dad..."

"Goodnight, sweetie." Scott turned out the lights and closed the door.