I finally fell asleep after about half an hour, and to be honest, it was really rejuvenating. I woke up hearing footsteps coming towards my room. The door opens revealing Zander. He slowly tiptoes in and stares at me for a moment.
"You're so beautiful, and now your mine," he whispers to himself.
He doesn't realize that I was awake to hear that. I turn around and look up at him.
"Hello daddy," I say yawning.
"Hello, baby, did you have sweet dreams?" he asks picking me out of the crib.
"Mhmm" I mumble clinging to him tiredly.
"C'mon wake up sleepy pants, let's go play," he says walking out of the room.
We make our way downstairs and into the playroom. Zander sets me down and we color. I take a blue colored pencil and start sketching Zanders' face. I wasn't in headspace so I just stayed quiet and sketched. Zander has a talent for knowing when im in and out of little space so he looks over at me.
"What are you drawling Elvira?" he says using my full name.
"Nothing Alexander," I say no longer using his nickname.
"C'mon show me," he says reaching for my sketch pad.
I pull the sketch pad away so he wouldn't see my drawing of him.
"Nope," I say holding it behind me.
"Why not?" he asks
"Because I said no," I reply.
"Let me see the drawing Elvira," he says sternly.
Remembering that technically he is my guardian I reluctantly hand him my sketchpad.
"Thank you," he says taking it in his hands.
He looks at my sketch of him and smiles.
"This is most definitely going on the fridge," he says standing up.
I stand up as well and follow him into the kitchen. he places it on the fridge by my flower drawing.
"Can I go to my room?" I ask wanting to change into some big girl clothes.
"Sure. Do you remember where it is?" he asks.
I nod my head and run upstairs. I go down the hall and take a right. It was the room bye my nursery but with a way better view. My room was blue in contrast to my nursery. It had a queen-sized bed, a huge closet, and its very own bathroom. I liked the mellowing color it helps with my anxiety and tends to calm me down.
Early on in our relationship I only made one boundary. When I was in this room I was having "me time" and he cant intrude without permission. Alexander respected that and played by the rule I set.
I take off my onesie and diaper, throwing the diaper away, and start a shower. I rinse away my stress and start to sing. Before my mother died I was in the school choir for many years and gained a strong singing voice. I started singing "The Violet" by Mark Patterson.
Down in the green
and shady bed
a modest violet grew
its stalk was bent
it hung its head
as if to hide from view
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The Bullies Baby Girl
General FictionA severely depressed girl who has an alcoholic father and dead mother might find comfort in the most unlikely of places. Her tormentor of the last four years Alexander Grayson wants her all to himself and he will get her to be his little girl one wa...
