My Little Girl

Chapter 10

"Why do they look like you?" Sam asks me.

"He's trying to send a message." I say. 

"What message?" My uncle asks just as Dean comes back in, face pale and holding something behind his back. "What happened to you?"

"I'm not the one you should be asking that to." He replies, looking at me. I furrow my brow in confusion, looking at Sam to see the same expression on his face. 

"What are you talking about?" I ask. He brings his hand from behind his back, showing a folder. My eyes widen. "Where did you get that?" 

"I was putting those pictures in the box when this fell out of your book bag." He says. "Jack wasn't arrested for drunk driving, was he?" 

"No." I say simply, looking down slightly.

"I'm confused. What's going on?" Sam asks, looking between me and Dean. "Why was he arrested then?" 

"Because he hit her." Dean tells him, angrily. "He hit her from the time she was ten till she was thirteen."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam asks me gently. I look up slowly, thinking of what to say. 

"He didn't just hit me." I say after a moment. "He beat the crap out of me. He threw me against walls, counters, cabinets, he threw me down the stairs multiple times. He cut me. And he stabbed me." I pull the top off my right sleeve down, showing them a scar on my shoulder from a cut that starts at my collar bone and ends below my shoulder blade. "This is from a night he was too drunk to cut me deep enough to bleed out. And this-" I pull the hem of my shirt up enough to show them the scar on my abdomen. "is from where he tried to kill me. Stabbed me with a kitchen knife. He was about to finish the job when the cops burst in." 

"Skylar, I'm so sorry." Sam says, looking at me with gentle eyes. 

"Why didn't you tell us?" Dean asks, not able to take his eyes away from the scar. "Why did you lie?" 

"Because I was scared." I say simply, pulling the hem back down. "I still am a little bit. I was scared once I told you that you wouldn't want me anymore and send me back to that orphanage. And I was scared that you would beat me too." I say quietly, looking back down with tears stinging the back of my eyes. 

"We would never send you back or beat you." Sam tells me. 

"Am I that bad of a father?" Dean mumbles, getting angrier by the second. 

"Dean." Sam says, standing up from his chair, ready to physically stop his brother. "Calm down."

"Am I really that bad of a father to you?" He repeats. "That you felt like you had to lie to me about what happened? Do you really so low of me that you think I would do this to you?" 

"Dean, you need to calm down." Sam tell his brother, looking at my shaking form. 

"Calm down?" Dean asks angrily. "Sam, she lied to us!"

"Would you have told complete strangers that you were abused for three years?" Sam asks him, trying to get him to understand.

"I wouldn't have lied." 

"I'm sorry." I say quietly. "I panicked. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want you to send me back." 

"I wouldn't have sent you back!" Dean yells, taking a step forward. "Why can't you understand that?"

"I understand that now!" I say, frightened tears falling down my face. "I didn't know what you would do when I met you. I thought you wouldn't want me." Dean takes a deep breath when he sees my tears and my visibly shaking form.