Daughter of the Dancing Clown

And So It Begins

     -1987-

      Beverly silently opened the door to her house and tip-toed in. It was an hour past her curfew, she hadn't purposely stayed out late but Ben needed help with his summer homework. She shut the front door and made her way to her room.
     "Where you going Bevvy?" His sick voice crept through the air.
      "N-no where daddy just too my room." She faced the opposite direction from him hoping that he hadn't noticed the time.
      "Your late Bevvy." His hand made it too her hair as he slowly ran his fingers through the short red curls. "You know I worry about you. I worry about you a lot." She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. "I hear what the folks around here say about you, that you go off and do womanly things with boys." His fist grabbed her hair tighter causing her to cringe.
      "No daddy! They are j-just my f-friends I swear!" She became frantic.
      "Now now Bevvy. Do those boys that your my girl? Do they know what you are?" His other hand slid up her side. She screamed, turned around and started kicking him.
      "Let me go you sick bastard! I'm not yours and I never will be!" She sobbed. His hand came down and slapped her hard against her cheek knocking her over. Her startled her small body and got close to her face.
      "What did you say girl?" He growled. Just ask he was about to hit her again they heard the front door open. Her turned around to see what it was but all that was there was a red balloon. "What in gods name?" It started to float closer and closer towards him, as his attention was on that Beverly had ran across the room into a corner. Alvin stood and walked over to it. As he was about to spit some slur at Beverly it blew up in his face, a clown now stood in their home. His expression blank, eyes off set and burned with anger. He reached up a arm and grabbed hold of his throat.
      "Hey Alvin. Come with me and you can float with us." A small child appeared next to him. "All of us." Alvin looked at the boy and fell too the ground.
      "Why'd ya do it daddy? Why'd ya send me into the woods." The boys face was rotten and decaying.
      "I-it wasn't my fault! Your mother was the one who told you to go!" He yelled.
      "But your the one who followed me. Your the one who through me into the barrons." The child's face contorted into a gruesome expression. "Now. You'll float too." The child disappeared and the clown had grabbed Beverlys fathers face and crushed it, his body withered to the ground. And boy did she scream. The clown looked over to her and paused, he lowered his eyes to her face and looked speechless.
      "B-beverly?" His voice a whisper. She nodded her head to shocked to put together what had just happened. He looked back he her fathers corpse and gasped. "Oh dear god." His hands were shaking and he fell to his knees. Beverly was in the corner of the room trying to put together what was happening, but slowly she faded out of conciseness. She fell forward in her deep sleep.
Darkness had taken over the sky by the time Beverly awoke. She was laying on a mattress , the the foot her her bed was a furnace burning. The room was painted colorful with bright reds, blues, yellows. She pushed her body into a sitting position she was trying to recall what had happen. Then it all came back. Some.. some thing and saved her from her father, he was dead now. Her heart felt like it stopped. The abuse and torture he put her through was agonizing but when the time was right and everyone was happy she felt loved. He had been the only family she had left. The door to the bedroom open and in walked the same clown she remembered, in his hands was a tray with a glass of water and a bowl of soup. Unlike the first time she saw him the crazed look in his eyes was gone and was replaced with... sadness?
"Oh your awake." He placed the try down by the bed and kneeled down to look at her this was the first time she was able to really study his features. He had similar eyes to her, his had more of a golden hue. He looked strange to say the least. "How are you feeling? You hit your head pretty hard." His long fingers moved her head side to side checking for any bumps or bruises.
      "N-no I feel fine, where am I? Who are you?"
      "When you passed it I took you twelve my home. Trust me I know this is confusing but I need to explain something to you, please just don't freak out." She nodded. "The man who you lived with isn't, wasn't your dad. Him and his wife took you in when your m-mother died." Sadness washed over his face.
      "My mother? But they always said that I was there's. I even asked if I was adopted and they denied it."
      "You weren't exactly adopted. When Sallie died I took you too them. She had spoken fondly about them and told me about how they couldn't have children."
      "Wait. You knew my real mom?" Her eyes widened.
      "I knew her very well. We had been dating for a year before she had you." It clicked.
      "Your my dad?" She whispered.
      "I-I'm so sorry Beverly. I know you think I'm a monster I-i just wanted to make your pain stop. You can leave in the morning." He stood up and started to walk out of the room.
      "Wait. I want to get to know you. Are are my dad after all. If my mom thought you were good enough to be with then I should give you a chance." Beverly stood up and walked over to him. He was 6"4 and she was 5"2 so there was a huge height difference. Tears pooled up in her eyes. She jumped up and hugged him and he hugged back. She sobbed into his chest and he soothed her.
      That had gone better than he expected

      Boom! Chapter 2, the next chapter will probably be a skip to maybe a month later when school starts. I'm not to good at writing about people getting to know each other but I hope you will still enjoy :)