Daddy's Girl

Broken Toys, Broken Memories, Broken Hearts.

Author's Note: Sorry, I haven't been able to upload recently because I've had exams and stuff... I should be uploading more again now.

I held her tight in my arms; warm; safe; protected from whatever the world had out there to hurt her; until she let go. Sometimes, holding her in my arms is so comforting, I could stay there forever. And sometimes, sometimes it feels like it will be the last time I ever get to experience it.

"You know..." I began. She looked up at me, her sweet smile making me melt.
"You look so much like Mommy back when she was beautiful."
She smiled at me.
"What was she like?" Terri asks me, her eyes sparkling.

I sat back- smiled. So many memories were coming back to me. So many memories that keep me happy.

"Well... She wa-"

CRASH!

I didn't even get chance to start, let alone finish. I spun around, being faced with a sight which I knew would haunt me.

Her hair was up in an extremely high ponytail, curled loosely; her face resembling an orange- it was so, well, orange; her eyelids were a heavy shade of pink matching her giant, botox filled lips; the horrific colour of the eyelids was broken slightly by the extremely thick, dark eyeliner; her eyelashes were like spider legs, but tinted with gold at the flicked end; she was dressed in a ridiculously short dress- which was a shade of raspberry and had both frills and a large bow that were white satin; her heels were at least five inches high, and matched her dress; she had so much heavy, gold jewellery on I was suprised she was standing straight and her ponytail was so tight it must have been extremely painful to be pulling the dreadfully terrifying face she was pulling.
She reminded me greatly of Effie Trinket; except for the fact that the fictional character resembled more of a human.

"What... Do you think you're doing...?" The Wild Witch of The West said through gritted teeth.

Terri jumped up from my lap and walked over to her. My heart began to race and I froze: Goddamn, if she hurt her...

"Me and Daddy were playing tea party!" Terri says brightly, her voice trembling a little.
"Do I look like I care?" My Wife, Katherine, snapped.
Terri stepped back a little.
"But..." She said quietly.
"He's your Father! Not a Fairy-Godmother! He doesn't care about you!" Katherine bellowed pulling out her tangerine hand tipped with long; pointed; fake, as always, nails.

WHACK!
I had no time to act, no time to stop what had just been done.
It all happened within a split second-Terri was left lying on the floor; a huge, red mark across her face; crying.

That was it.

Enough.

I felt anger like I hadn't felt since that time five years ago when Kath had come home drunk out of sanity.
My blood boiled; my heart stopped; my mind raced; I stood up.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH TERRI!" I bellowed louder than I ever thought I could.
"Why? Is Daddy going to finally stand up and help instead of treating her like a baby?" The Witch smirked.

God, I hated her so much.

"Daddy is going to protect his Daughter unlike 'Mommy' ever will." I manage to say through gritted teeth.