Shadow

[Shadow]

I couldn't have been happier as I walked up the stairs to the shower. I actually had a friend. Lori didn't care that Freddy had been my father. She didn't care one bit. She was the first person in this dead beat town not to care. I thanked god I wasn't going to be alone forever as I slipped into my room and got some more clothes.

Sleepiness was on me pretty heavy. I had been working double-shifts at the hospital and trying to get this damn house fit for a person to live in again. I took my clothes and walked into the bathroom.

I didn't like to sleep. I knew Daddy wasn't going to kill me in my sleep but I still didn't like to sleep. Daddy once said that I was the only Springwood child that would be spared his blades. That didn't mean I was spared everything else.

I walked into the bathroom and started to pull my clothes off. I turned on the water and stepped into it once it was the right temperature. All this thought of my dad wasn't good. I always slept less when my mind was on him. But with being back in the house I couldn't help but remember him.

He did things to me in that very shower.

I blinked. Well, that's all I thought I did but it seemed I had done more than that. I looked around and found I had done something more than that. The bathroom had changed. It wasn't empty like I had it. The sick had soap, a razor, and a pill bottle sitting on it. I raised an eyebrow and looked at myself.

“Fuck!” I cursed.

I wasn't in my twenties anymore. I was barely five years old. That meant I fell asleep. Oh on. The nightmares about Daddy. I was back in one. No!

“What's going on in there” Daddy's voice ran into the bathroom.

“Nothing!” I yelled. And started to whisper to myself. “Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.”

It wasn't working. I knew what that meant. I curled up against the shower wall ignoring the pouring water. Within a few seconds Daddy appeared in the open doorway. He was glaring at me.

“Did my little whore just swear?” he asked walking closer to the shower.

“I'm sorry,” I cried sliding down the wall. “I didn't mean to! I didn't!”

“It's O.K.,” he said turning off the running water. “Daddy isn't going to hurt you.”

I didn't move. I knew better. He waved his hand motioning for me to come to him. I knew better than to disobey. He knelled down in front of me and brought a hand to my face. He didn't make his claws until I was nearly seven years old.

“Daddy needs his bitch,” he whispered.

He meant he wanted to fuck me. At that age I didn't really understand what we were doing but I did know it was wrong. It hurt and it never made me happy. I was just a baby. I'd tell him no though. I was scared of what he might do.

“Bent over the edge of the tub,” he ordered.

I turned over and bent over the edge of the tub without any fight. This would be over soon and I would wake up. I heard the sound of a zipper and the sound of Daddy pulling his pants down.

This is just a dream, I told myself. The only reason you feel any pain is because you make yourself think you are really in pain.

I spread my legs wide when I felt his hand on my ass. Two fingers slipped down to push inside of my pussy. I bit down my tongue. It hurt. I was so little and his fingers were so big. Pain that shouldn't had been there was in my pussy. Daddy only moved his fingers in and out for a short time.

“Are you ready for Daddy?” he asked pulling out his fingers.

“Yes,” I lied. I would never be ready for Daddy.

I could feel him lying down onto of me. His weight made my stomach press into the side of the tub harder. I mentally whimpered but I didn't say anything. He still had his shirt on and it was rubbing against my back hard. That would soon be the least of my problems. I felt his large hard on starting to press inside of me.

When he was fully inside of me I couldn't hold in the tears that were pressing against my eyes. He stuck of his tongue and licked them up.

“Is Daddy's bitch in pain?” he asked.

“It's hurts!” I whined hoping he would stop.

“I need you,” he said pulling out a slamming back in.

That action caused me so toss back my head and let out an cry of pain. His cock was too pick for my pussy. It was just too big and it was hitting the wall. He didn't know what he was doing.

“I love you my child,” he said rocking inside of me. “That's why I take you. Because I love you and if you loved me you'd let me without a fight.”

I did love him. I loved that bastard. No matter what he did to me. He was my father after all. I loved him and I wanted to make him happy. I let out a moan even though I was in no pleasure and started to move back against him.

“That's my girl,” he said smiling against me. “Let it happen. Let it happen Shadow.”

He started to move faster and harder inside of me. Despite the pain I was panting and moaning. Anything to make him happy. Anything to make him stop. I turned to look up at him, to make sure I was doing it right.

I screamed at what I saw. It was the dead version of my father. The burned version.

“Hello bitch,” he said and kissed me.

I was still screaming and trying to fight him off but like always he was stronger and bigger. His cock hurt more than it ever had. This had never happened in any of the nightmares.

“Daddy needs your help,” he said and kept thrusting inside of me. “If you love Daddy you'll help. Kill them. Kill all the children of Elm street. They've beaten me but you can finish my work.”

“No!” I screamed. “I won't! I can't!”

“They hate you,” he snarled his cock seeming to get bigger in me. “All of them hate. Don't you want to get them back!”

“No!” was all I could think to say.

“If you loved Daddy you would,” he said moving harder and faster.

“I do love you!” I said. “But I won't kill. I won't!”

All I remember was screaming I won't over and over and the next thing I knew my eyes shot open.

The bathroom was back to the way it should be. I was awake. The thing that had woken me was clue. I must have been really screaming because Lori was knocking on the bathroom door hard.

“You O.K.?” she asked.

“Yes,” I manged to get out.

I wasn't. I turned off the water and tried off before slipping on my new clothes. I opened the door and Lori looked at me with worried eyes. I looked down and saw she had my bottle of Hynosil. I didn't care that she gone through my medicine. I grabbed the bottle and opened it. I took a few out and swallowed them quickly. With these I would never have to see Daddy again. I decided giving myself a prescription for these things was the best way to avoid Daddy. Lori looked like she was waiting for me to say something.

“I need something to eat.”