Dont hurt my daughter

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The cranes were hosting a get together at their house. So many people. Some of Katrina's and ichabods friends, some of the townspeople and a few others.

Isabella was almost done getting ready. She stood in front of the mirror, putting part of her hair up. She put in a bow as well. She was wearing a white dress with white heels. She had a little bit of makeup on and a ring her father gave her for her 16th birthday.

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She checked herself one more time before exiting her bedroom, closing the door behind her

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She checked herself one more time before exiting her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Ichabod and Katrina were waiting by the stairs. When ichabod saw his daughter, his jaw dropped to the floor.

Not literally.

But he couldn't believe how grown up she looked. His little cardinal.

She walked down the stairs and smiled at her parents. She kissed his cheek, then Katrina's cheek. "You both look amazing..."

Ichabod kissed her temple as he smiled. "Thank you sweetheart. You look absolutely beautiful..."

Katrina looked at ichabod and smiled before looking at Isabella.

"There's someone we would like you to meet." She said as she gently took her hand and they walked away from the stairs, not noticing two giggling girls walk up the stairs and into Isabella's room.

The three of them walked to a man of around 27 years old. He had black hair with pale skin, along with emerald green eyes. He wore a nice suit.

"Isabella, this is Sir David green. He's one of the constables at my work. One of the only constables that actually doesn't hate me. Sir David, this is my daughter, Isabella."

David parted ichabods back and smiled before looking at Isabella. "It's a pleasure to meet you miss Isabella."

Isabella curtsied and smiled softly. "It's wonderful to meet you Sir."

Isabella had very good manners. Ichabod and Katrina taught her well.

Isabella then remembered. She wanted to give her father something. "I'll be right back. Excuse me for a minute." She said politely before walking towards the stairs.

She went to open her door, but it was locked. What the?

Someone was obviously on there.

"Whoever is in there, please open this door."

The door unlocked but before she could open it, it swung open and the two girls screamed "BOO!"

She gasped and fell back, tumbling down the stairs. On the way down; she cracked her left rib. She landed on the bottom of the steps, hitting the side of her face.

She cried out in pain as she held her side, where the pain was.

Everybody looked at her, ichabod, Katrina and David's eyes widening. They rushed towards her as the two girls walked down the stairs, doubling over in laughter.

The whole crowd of people, except the two girls, looked at Isabella with worry. David gently placed a hand on the area where Isabella was clutching.

"Her rib is cracked."

Ichabod and Katrina quickly looked up at the two girls, anger filling their eyes.

He looked at David and Katrina. "Take her upstairs. I'll be right there..."

David was a really good friend of ichabods. He was very trustworthy. David nodded as he carefully picked her up, running up the stairs.

Ichabod looked at the girls, slowly approaching him. "Why is my daughter in pain?" She growled dangerously low. Normally he was a wimp.

But nobody hurts his daughter.

The girls scoffed nervously. "We didn't do anything except scare her shitless. Her face was priceless!"

Ichabod clenched his fists before pointing a finger at the girls. "You were in my daughters room... you scared the living daylights out of her, which caused her to fall down the stairs and crack her rib?" He snarled.

He had never been so angry in his life.

The girls looked at each other before looking at ichabod, swallowing a lump in their throat.

They fucked up.

An ear piercing scream filled the house. Katrina must have put her rib back in place. It pained ichabod so much.

"You are not welcome here. Anybody who hurts my daughter, with or without touching them, is not allowed in my home. Get out now."

The girls looked at him, scowls on their faces. They flipped their hair before walking out of the home. Ichabod looked at the crowd. "Continue with your festivities!" The music played and people talked once more as ichabod rushed upstairs.

He rushed into Isabella's bedroom and his heart twisted. Isabella was laying on the bed, sweat covering her forehead. David wasn't looking at her, since he was a gentleman. Isabella was now in a blue nightgown, that was rolled up just under her breasts. Katrina just finished wrapping up her waist, before pulling down the nightgown.

David walked towards ichabod. "Katrina snapped the rib back in place. I'm really sorry this happened to her."

Ichabod looked at Isabella sadly before looking at David. "It's not your fault. Those two girls aren't in my house anymore. You should go back downstairs and enjoy yourself. Don't want to keep you from doing that."

The two men shook hands before David looked at Isabella. "I hope you get better soon."

Isabella looked at David. "T-thank you..."

David walked back downstairs. Ichabod walked towards Isabella and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Y-you should go back downstairs a-and enjoy the party..."

Ichabod just shook his head and kissed her forehead. "I'll go down in a little bit dear. Right now, my main concern is you...." he stroked her hair.

"I-I didn't know those girls were going to go into my room. I didn't know they were going to scare me..."

Katrina knelt down beside her. "It's not your fault dear. The important thing is that you're going to be ok... now just get some rest."

Isabella looked at Katrina, her eyelids drooping.

Katrina looked at ichabod. "I'll come back upstairs in a little bit love." She kissed him before walking out of the room.

Just as Isabella fell asleep, ichabod moved the covers over her body.

If anybody tries to hurt her or scare her again, they will regret it.

You don't mess with the cranes.

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