Remember Me

Chapter 2 - Daddy

"You don't wanna do this, Colm!" Dutch snarled.

Colm gripped my throat a bit tighter, and pressed the barrel of his revolver into my temple.

"That's where you're wrong Dutch Van Der Linde, this is exactly what I wanna do. I wanna watch you squirm whilst I blow your lovely little Annabelle's brains out!"

"This hasn't got anything to do with her, it's between you and me, just let her go!" Dutch growled.

I squirmed, but his grip tightened around my throat.

"Ooh you're little girlie has spunk, don't she. It won't save her though, eye for an eye, ain't that what the good book says, Dutch. Ya should have thought about that when you shot my brother!"

He pulled back the hammer on the revolver.

I screamed.

"Hush now little one, you don't want to wake the whole house," Susan whispered as she picked me up.

No you don't understand! I tried to say, but all that came out of me was a cry and a wail.

She tried rocking me in her arms, but I just carried on screaming, trying to tell her who I was. I'm not a baby, I'm Annabelle.

My baby cries continued.

"Are you hungry, sweetheart," Susan cooed

I tried to move my arms and legs, but they were wrapped up in a god-damn blanket. All I could do was cry and scream. So that's what I did.

My biggest worry was that I would forget who I really was, as my baby brain developed, the real me might get lost. Maybe the nightmares would end, then I would be lost forever. But then who was the real me, was it Annabelle, or was it this the baby whose body I was in. Why could I remember being Annabelle? Who was she? What did she mean to Dutch? Was I here for some purpose?

Dutch walked out of his room, "damn, she has a pair of lungs on her," he grunted, still half asleep.

I screamed louder. I need you Dutch!

"Sorry Dutch, I just can't seem to quieten her." Susan apologised.

I watched as his hands took hold of me, then he nestled me in the crook of his arm.

"Now young lady," he cooed, "what's all this about."

I felt the blanket being loosened, allowing me to move my arms. I stopped screaming, but cries escaped from my lips, when I tried to talk.

Its me Dutch, It's Annabelle.

"I know baby girl, its all a bit strange," he cooed, as he rocked me gently.

I grabbed his little finger, and gripped it as tight as I could. It wasn't very tight, but he let me hold it.

I stopped trying to talk, it was no use.

"There, that's better," Dutch whispered.

"You've certainly got a way with her, Dutch," Susan huffed.

Dutch smiled, and gently kissed my forehead, "your daddies little girl, aren't you?"

Dutch started to walk back to his room.

"Where are you going with her? she ought to go back to her cot!" Susan chided.

Dutch chuckled, "she doesn't have a cot! Where did you put her?"