Chucky's daughter A short story

Dad gets shot

I was woken up late in the middle of the night by graininess. Shooting up I race downstairs. "Dad!" I call out squinting. I flip the lights on and scream. I run to dad who had collapsed on the rug. A large wound could be seen on his mid shoulder and on part of his chest. Gently lifting dad up I set him on the table. "Dad?" I say gently stroking his hair. "Hey pipsqueak." Dad says forcing a smile. " what happened to I'm always carful?" I ask grabbing some hydrogen peroxide. Dad forces a laugh. I gently take off his overalls then shirt to reveal his wound. "This will hurt daddy." I say. Dad gives a forced laugh. "Pipsqueak. I've been burnt to a crisp. Shift in the heart and a bunch of other things. I'll be alright." Dad says. I nod smirking slightly. I pour the liquid on dad's wound. Dad curses in pain making me giggle slightly. Then I apply pressure to his wound. "You'll be alright huh?" I smirk. "Oh shut up." Dad groans. I laugh shaking my head. But in truth I was really worried. "!What happened?., I ask. "Bitch had a gun. Then she stabbed me." Dad says. "Did you get shot?" I ask. Dad nods. I sigh. "Stay here." I say. Dad gives me a look. "Sorry." I smile. I run and grab some tweezers, a needle, a small candle and some factory plastic. I run back and kneel beside dad. "Ok. You ready?" I ask. Dad nods. "Ok." I say sticking the tweezers in dad's wound. Dad holds back a groan. I grasp the bullet with the tweezers and pull it slowly out. "Ok. So stitches or plastic?" I ask. "Stitches." Dad says. "Ok. If they don't take I'll need to use plastic like I did a few years back." I say. Dad nods. I put my hand on his chest to hold him still. "I feel like I'm on a sit com." I say. Dad laughs. I stick the needle in and begin stitching up is wound. Dad stays silent. Finally I finish. I tie the three off before getting rid of everything. I help dad sit up. "You had me so worried." I say. Dad laughs shaking his head. "We you followed?" I ask. Dad shakes his head. "Ok. No killing until this heals. You know the drill dad." I say. Dad groans like the big kid he is. I roll my eyes and hug him. Dad hugs back. "Your not immortal dad. You need to be carful. This is the third time." I whisper. "I know pipsqueak. I'll be alright." Dad says. I nod and let him go. "I'll be right back. I change before going back downstairs. "Thanks dad." I say. Dad nods. "No one messes with my daughter and gets away with it." Dad says making me giggle. "Ok. Dad get some rest. You'll heal fast soon enough." I say. Dad nods. Dad hops down and walks upstairs with me. "Night dad." I say. "Night pipsqueak." Dad says before walking into his room. I sigh before walking into mine. I slowly climb back in bed before closing my eyes.

As I tossed and turned screams escaped me. The nightmere I was in plagued my mind. I wake to dad shaking me. Tears spill down my face. I shoot up with one last scream. "Shhh pipsqueak. It's ok. It was just a dream." Dad says. I shake my head. "No. That night." I whisper. Dad's eyes soften. I hug dad gently. Dad gently strikes my hair. After I had calmed down dad goes to leave. I ask him a question I hadn't asked for ten years. "Dad will you stay?" I ask. Dad turns and comes back. I smile and hug him before curling up. Dad gently strokes my hair before sleep consumes me once more.