He came to visit her at night. It felt like a dream, but…he was real. Daddy was real. And she had nowhere to run.
She shivered beneath the covers. Tears leaked from her eyes.
Soon, he would come.
Wooden floorboards creaked as he approached. The door squeaked on its hinges, a terrible frightening cry like the ones she had to bite back with all her might.
The bed sagged under his weight.
“Daddy can’t hurt you anymore,” Mommy promised fiercely, hugging her tightly until they both stopped shaking. “He’s gone,” she said, pressing her daughter’s tear-stained face to her heart.