The Best Daddy In The World

Challenge: Write something desturbing

"Ellie Bean," daddy sang as he gently woke me. My eyes fluttered open. "Guess what you and daddy are doing today?" He picked me up and out of bed. He carried me on his hip as I rested my sleepy head on his shoulder. "We're going to the park and then to get some ice-cream."

I smiled in my sleepy daze and hugged him tighter. "Is today Sunday?"

Sundays were our self-proclaimed Daddy-Daughter Day. We would go out to the park, mall, pool, zoo, ice-cream polar, pizza places, wherever my heart desired. My daddy loved to spoil me. He enjoyed making me feel like I was the most important person in the world.

"No..." he said as he set me down at the dining table. "It's daddy's payday, and I just want to spend time with you on my day off." He smiled at me. "Is that okay?"

I nodded my head. "Yes!" I said as I bounced up and down in my seat with excitement.

"Yes." Daddy said.

"Here you go, love," Mommy said as she placed two plates down; one for daddy and one for me.

My mommy is not like my daddy. She is quiet and shy. My mommy is also very clumsy. She is always breaking things in the house and hurting herself. My mommy is a great cook though. She is always making yummy things like pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, everything.

She sat down at the table with us. Her eyes looked sunken in, and her lip was split. She lightly rubbed her purple and blue wrist as she often did. Mommy always wore tight jewelry that would cause bruising; daddy said it wasn't good for her, but she insisted because she liked pretty things.

"Mommy," I called with a mouth full of waffle. "What happened to your mouth?"

"Mommy just needs some chapstick." Daddy said. "When it's cold outside, and you don't wear chapstick that happens." He leaned over and tapped the tip of my nose. "That's why daddy always makes sure you're wearing some."

I chuckled lightly as mommy smiled faintly.

"Alright." Daddy said as he stood to his feet. "Time for us to get going." Daddy kissed mommy's forehead before putting on his coat. "Love you, Micky." He said to mommy. "Give your mommy a kiss, Ellie."

I kissed mommy on the cheek shortly after she helped me into my coat. "You're going out in your pajamas?" Mommy asked.

"Yes," daddy said. "Tell mommy why, Ellie."

"Because dreamers dress like dreamers."

Mommy flashed a stale smile before nodding. She looked exhausted and tired. I wanted her to go, but I knew that she was too sleepy to go. Mommy was always sleepy.

Our day was perfect. We fed ducks at the park, made our own pizza at Tony's, shared a mountain of ice-cream, and daddy brought me a teddy bear as big as I was. I smiled from ear to ear as the day came to an end. I never wanted it to end, but I was satisfied.

When we got back home, daddy carried me to my bed and tucked me in.

"We'll get cleaned up in the morning." He chuckled before kissing my forehead and brushed my hair back. "You know your daddy loves you, right?"

I nodded my head. "And I love my daddy."

He smiled warmly and nodded. He got up and turned on my nightlight before turning off my lamp.

"Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite."

I was soon deeply sleeping. My dreams were floating memories of all good things. I softly shifted in my sleep as my surroundings became noisy. There were soft whispers echoing off the walls like many nights before. They originated from my parent's room. I didn't pay much attention until they became too loud to ignore.

"Please...Alen..." I heard mommy say. "Alen, you're hurting me!" She yelled. "Please! Stop! Alen, stop!"

I sat up on my bed and listened.

"Alen..." mommy was crying now. I could hear the tears in her voice. "Alen, you're hurting me, please..."

"Mommy?" I whispered.

I got out of bed and started down the hall towards my parents' bedroom.

"Shh..." I heard daddy's voice now. "I'm almost finished." He sounded out of breath and tired. "I'm so close."

"Alen..." mommy cried shortly before her voice became muffled.

"Stop talking, Micky," Daddy said. "Let me finish."

I lightly knocked on the door once I reached it. The sounds behind it stopped. There was a long paused before I heard moving around and then the door opened.

"Hey, princess, why aren't you in bed?"

I smiled up at daddy. "I heard mommy crying. Is mommy okay?" I asked. "Are you okay too, daddy?"

A shirtless daddy smiled and picked me up. "Daddy's okay." He said. "Mommy's okay too. Do you wanna see her?"

I nodded.

He opened the door all the way and walked me in. Mommy laid on the bed in silence. Her body was covered with a thin sheet that had a strange red pattern on it. She looked sleepy, as she always had. She laid upon her stomach with those sunken in eyes. There were tears on her cheeks and a smile upon her fissured lips as she looked up at me.

"Mommy," I said as daddy held me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, mommy," daddy said. "Are you okay?"

Her smile faded a bit. She nodded. "I'm okay, babydoll. I just had a bad dream, and my stomach hurts."

"Awe, poor mommy." Daddy said. He placed me down on my feet. "Go give mommy a kiss to make her feel better."

I walked over to mommy and kissed her cheek. I smiled, sweetly brushing hair out of her eyes. She was wearing purple make-up again. Daddy said that mommy liked to have make-up on one of her eyes when she was trying new products. She looked at me with a sad expression. She took me into a hug and just held me there. She began to cry softly with me in her arms. Mommy was emotional. Daddy once told me that that's just the way mommies are.

"I love you so much, Ellie," mommy said.

"Ellie, I'm going to make some tea to help mommy's stomach. Wanna come help me make it?"

I nodded my head and jumped up from mommy's arms. I walked over and took daddy's hand, and he led me into the kitchen. Soon after helping mommy with her stomach, daddy put me back to bed.

"Goodnight, princess."

"Goodnight, daddy. I love you."

"I love you more, Ellie Bean."

I love my daddy. He is the best daddy in the entire world.