My Little Girl

Chapter 6

Warning!! Mentions of abuse, if you are easily triggered or sensitive about the subject, please skip the italicized section!!

"Come back here, you little bitch!" My stepdad yells as I slip through his drunken hands. I bolt to the stairs and run up them as fast as I can. I am almost to my room when he grabs me by the hair. I let out a yelp of pain as he yanks me back, pressing my back against his chest.

"Didn't think you could get away that easily did you?" He whispers in my ear, dragging me back to the top of the stairs. He then thrusts his arm to the side, letting go off my hair. Unable to stop myself, I go tumbling down the stairs, feeling a sharp pain in my head and my wrist. I lay at the bottom, blood pouring from a wound in my head, unable to move. I watch helplessly as my step father slowly walks down the stairs, a sinister smile on his face. He steps over me and walks into the kitchen, returning with a knife in his hand. "I've been waiting a long time for this." He says, rolling me onto my back and kneeling beside me. He brings the knife up over his head and brings it back down, forcing it into my stomach. I open my mouth to scream, but no words come out. The white hot pain forces silent tears out of my eyes as he pulls the knife out and prepares to stab me again. Just as he brings the knife down again, the door bursts open.

I sit up in the bed, covered in sweat. I put my hand on my stomach and look down, seeing that there's no blood on it. I repeat the action with my head with the same results. I then look around the room and see Sam asleep in the bed to my right. I then see Dean staring at me from his spot next to me. He props himself up on his elbow and stares at me, his green eyes staring into my matching pair. 

"What the hell was that?" He asks after a few moments of silence. I shake my head, running a hand through my hair. 

"Just a bad dream." I tell him. He nods but the look on his face tells me he doesn't believe me. He then lays back down, deciding not to push it. I follow his lead, laying down and waiting for him to fall back asleep. Once I know he's asleep, I quietly and carefully slip out of the bed and grab my duffel bag, going into the bathroom. I strip out of my sweat soaked clothes and turn the shower on. I wait a few minutes, letting the water warm up, before stepping in and letting the hot water wash over me. As I stand under the steady stream of water, I think about the past few months of living on my own. I then start to think about the past few days. Finding Sam and Dean, telling Dean he's my father, going back to Bobby's with him. Then, I start thinking about what he told Sam in the car when they thought I was still sleeping, "she deserves better than this. All of this." What did he mean all of this? What else was there? Was he just talking about hunting or was there something else, something bigger? I jump when I hear a knock at the door. 

"Skylar? You okay?" I hear Dean's voice. I then realize how long I've been in here. I got lost in my thoughts and I was thinking for so long that the water got cold. I turn the water off and wrap myself in a towel. 

"Yeah. I'm fine." I reply. I hear him mumble something before walking away, probably going back to bed. I dry off and put on some clean underwear, a tank top and a pair of athletic shorts before walking out of the bathroom. I put my bag back down beside the bed and glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 3:15 it reads in bright red numbers. I sigh and lay back down, curling up under the covers the best I could without disturbing Dean, who was snoring again next to me. I lie awake for a while, not wanting to go back to sleep and have another nightmare. Eventually, my eyes grow heavy and I lose my battle against sleep. 

I wake up and see light pouring in the windows through the thin curtains. I look around and see Sam's bed empty and the spot next to me empty as well. I then see Dean sitting at the table in front of the computer. I sit up and rub my tired eyes.