A New Life With Demons {Book 2}

Am I A Bad Person?

I was still crying when I ran all the way to my home, hugging the rolled up painting and Sam. I ran through the door, went upstairs and in my room.

"Lucy," I heard Daddy say, "Sweetie? Is everything okay?"

It was Daddy with the red hair.

I ran to him and hugged him super tight.

"Daddy," I whimpered, "My teacher got mad at me and hit my face..."

"Why did she hit you sweetie," he asked.

"I didn't want to give back a paint brush I was using for a painting. I didn't want her to hurt me, Daddy."

"Shh, it's okay. You're okay, I'm here. You're safe, Lucy."

"Daddy... Why do people have to hurt other people?"

"Well, not all people want to hurt other people. They hurt people because they get mad or if they try to protect themselves."

"I heard the other day that you, Mommy and other Daddy were talking about problems with me and how I behave."

"Well, we're concerned about your behaviors. You're not in trouble about them, but we're worried about you."

"Mrs. Enderson hit me because I bit her arm..."

"What? Why did you do that?"

"I don't know, Daddy... I'm scared that it will happen again. I don't want to be a bad person, Daddy. Am I a bad person, Daddy?" 

"No, of course you're not sweetie. You're a good little girl, Lucy."

"Really Daddy?"

"Of course, honey."

"I want Mommy."

"I know you want Mommy, Lucy. Daddy and I don't know when she'll be coming back, but you still have us, sweetie."

"Daddy."

He looked at me and wiped away some of my tears.

"Can I sleep with you," I asked, "I don't feel safe without you or green colored Daddy."

"Of course you can," he said, "Of course you can snuggle with us."

He hugged me again and rubbed my back.

(later, around 2 in the morning)

I was in red Daddy's arms, snuggled up next to him.

I crawled out of his arms and went to see where green Daddy was.

"Daddy," I said as I went inside his room, "Daddy... Are you here?"

"I'm here sweetheart," he said, "What do you need?"

"When will Mommy come back? I miss her, Daddy."

"I don't know when she will, Lucy. What is it that you need?"

"I want my Mommy... I want Mommy..."

"Come here, sweetheart."

"NO!!! I WANT MY MOMMY!!! I WANT MY MOMMY!!! I WANT MY MOMMY!!! I WANT HER!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

I screamed and waved my arms around.

A flash of lightning struck through the sky. I screamed in fear, ran to green Daddy's bed sheets and crawled inside his green blanket.

"It's okay," he said, "I'm here Lucy. You're okay."

"I'm sorry Daddy," I said in tears, "I'm a bad girl..."

"No, no no no, you're not a bad girl, sweetie. You're not bad. Why do you say that?"

"I bit my teacher, Daddy. I'm not allowed to go back until I learn how to be a good girl."

"You are a good girl, Lucy."

"I don't feel like a good girl..."

"You will one of these days."

He hugged me and held me close to his heart. The sound of a heartbeat helped me...

(another few hours later)

I was close to both Daddies, but I still felt sad.

I crawled out of their arms, got out of bed and looked out the window where it was facing the school.

"It's not fair that I can't go back," I said, "I didn't want to hurt my teacher..."

No, I have to be happy.

What would Mommy do when she's sad?

"Draw a picture. That's what she would do."

I ran back to my bedroom, dumped out all of my markers and crayons and started to draw on a big piece of paper.

One of my drawings was a box with small arms, blue eyes and a smiley face on it.

"What is you drawing," Sam asked.

"A box," I said.

"What will be it's name?"

"Tim. His name will be Tim. Tiny Box Tim."

"What about a home for me? Full of green slime?"

"Only if you lend me your green slime, Sam."

"You has a green crayon right here."

He rolled my green crayon over to me along with a grey colored crayon, a silver crayon and a light blue crayon.

"Thank you Sam," I said.