The same small smile slid across your lips as you looked up at him. It looked like you had just gained a friend.

"And then you jumped on him and bit him! There was blood all over! And he was even screaming like a little girl! He kept trying to pry you off, but you didn't even budge once!" your purple haired friend rambled excitedly. "I mean…it was a bit scary at first," he admitted, his voice going low for just a moment before reverting back to its previous jovial tone. "but now it's really awesome!"

"I really did that?" you asked quietly, placing a hand on your forehead in shocked disbelief.

Tom nodded excitedly. "Yup!"

"M-me?"

He nodded once more, chuckling. "Who else would I be talking about?"

You gave him an uneasy glance, moving your hands away from your head and instead rubbing them against each other nervously. "Are you sure it's really a good thing? I mean, now everyone's scared of me." -you rubbed the back of your neck gently- "And if they're so scared, they won't come near me. And if that happens…" -you looked down- "then I'll never have any friends."

Tom frowned at your dismay. "Well, I'm your friend, aren't I?" he asked with just a hint of confusion.

You blinked, slowly looking back up at the purple haired boy in front of you. "Uhm, I-I don't know…are you?"

"Well," he started "I can be your friend if you want me to be your friend." He paused to give you a gentle, reassuring, smile. "So, do you want me to be your friend?"

You stared at the boy for a moment before a wide smile began to creep across your face. "Well, only if you want to be my friend."

Tom's smile grew to mach yours as he grabbed your wrists and pulled you into a tight hug. "Then we'll be the best friends anyone has ever seen!"

Your nervousness melted away with those words and the small giggle you let out in response to them. "You really mean that, Tom?"

"Of course I do! I wouldn't say it if I didn't."

Your smile could no longer show just how happy you were as you began to bounce excitedly. "It's going to be so much fun to have a friend like you!"

There was a quiet chuckle behind you. "You kids sure are cute together."

A chill spread through your entire body, tensing every muscle it touched and slowly draining the happiness from your smile.

You turned slowly, afraid to confirm what you already knew.

You witnessed your father's face change from a look of amusement to a frown as he made eye contact with you.

You subconsciously shrunk back at the sight.

"It's time to go home, (Y/N)." he said, eyes drifting to the side fallowed by a quiet sigh.

You glanced back at Tom before nodding slowly, standing to fallow your father. "Uh…I'll see you later, okay Tom?"

His look was one of puzzlement, seemingly confused at the sudden change in tone, yet he nodded anyways. "Well, okay then. See you tomorrow."

You swallowed hard as you waved goodbye, turning to fallow your father, who had started towards the car. You trialed just out of arm reach behind him, focus completely on him and what he was going to do next.

"How was school?" he asked as he unlocked the car.

His sudden question caught you off guard, forcing you to let out a prolonged, quiet ,'uh'. "W-well…it was-"

He sighed again before cutting you off. "Don't force yourself to talk," he said, obviously becoming irritated, "if it makes you that uncomfortable, than you don't have to."

You didn't respond, simply returning your gaze to the ground until you were safely in the backseat of your father's car.

You felt bad for how you were acting, but yet, you were just too fearful to stop. Every time you saw his face, the memory just made it so hard to act normal.

The drive was eerily silent, filling you with a seemingly unwarranted sense of dread.

You gripped your seat-belt, closing your eyes and counting to ten in your head in an attempt to calm your jittery nerves, but the feeling persisted.

You opened your eyes slowly and looked out of the window, wishing to see something to take your mind off of the horrible clawing feeling inside of you.

And that you did. This wasn't the way to your father's. There were too many trees, and the road was far too…rocky? A gravel road?

Why was he driving so far into the forest? With you in the back seat…

"D-daddy? Where are we going? Y-you're…going to take me home, right?"

There was no response.

Tears pricked in your eyes as you pushed yourself into your seat. He had found out that you knew, didn't he? He was taking you into the forest because it was empty. He was going to kill you, just like he did those other kids.

Your breath was ragged now, as you could only do your best to not break down into a fit of sobbing and shaking.

"D-daddy, please…" you croaked.

There was no response…unless of course you counted the car slowing to a halt.

You let out a chocked sob as your father got out of the car, pushing yourself up against the right side door as your father opened the left.

You tried desperately to pry open the door, but child locks trapped you in the car.

Your father just stared at you, watching you shake and cry, practically screaming, still trying to open the door even though you both knew that no matter how hard you tugged, that, that door wasn't going to open.

"Baby…"

You flinched at his words, quieting yourself to near silent, fearful, whimpers, your desperate tugging slowing.

"Why are you like this?" he asked, scooting towards you ever so slightly, "Why are you so damn afraid of me?"

You went silent, body stiffing. So…he didn't know?

"We're not leaving until you tell me why the fuck you're acting like this." your father said firmly, "So if I was you, I'd just say it now."

You kept your head pointed downwards, eyes screwed shut. You couldn't tell him. Especially not here. If you did…there was no one around…you couldn't fight him, couldn't run…

He gently grabbed your shoulders, pulling you into his lap slowly. "Just tell me, baby." He said gentle, stoking your hair comfortingly. "It kills me to see you so afraid of me. You don't even want to sleep in the same bed with me anymore." he let out a quiet sigh, resting his cheek on the top of your head, "Just tell me, so I can fix this."

You didn't respond, only biting your lip nervously.

"Nothing you could say could ever change how much I love you."

There was silence.

"Baby I kno-"

"I saw you kill those kids!" You screamed suddenly. You felt your father tense at your words. "A-and…I was afraid that…if you knew I knew…t-that…" your voice trailed off into less than a whisper.

You could feel your father's arms shaking as they wrapped around you.

Your heart pounded in your chest as tears began to fall from your eyes. "I-I swear I'll never tell anyone about what you did!"

"P-please don't…kill me."

Your father said nothing, grip on you only remaining tight.

You gripped his shirt tightly, burying your face in his chest. "P-please…"

"B-baby…I know what you saw looked…well, it doesn't exactly put me in the best light. But, those kids…I needed to do what I did to them. Those kids were rotten, and if I didn't do what I did, then something bad would've happened. I-I can't quiet explain it but"

You looked up at him with fearful, teary eyes. "So, you won't…"

"No! I'd never do that to you baby! I love you…more than I can say." His grip on you tightened. "No matter what I do…just remember that I'd never, ever hurt you."

You sniffed, whipping at your eyes gently. "B-but…you…the kids-" Your father cut you off, beginning to rock you gently.

"Baby…I just need you to trust me. You know I would've never done that without a reason, right?"

You looked downwards, begging to fidget nervously. "I-I don't know…I-I don't think you would but I ju-"

"No buts here, okay? I just wouldn't do it. Do you believe me?"

You stared forward at his chest for a moment, biting your lip softly. "I think…I do."

Vincent smiled softly. "Good."

There was silence for a moment, leaving you to nothing but your rushing thoughts.

Your father had a point, there was no way he'd just do something like that without a reason, but…why? WHY? What reason could there possibly be…to torture children?

And the laugh…the laugh that haunted your nightmares, why would it be if he was just doing what he had too.

"D-daddy?" you started tentatively.

Your father let out a questioning hum.

"If it was really," –you sniffed, whipping your face with the back of your hand- "just what you had to do, then…why would you laugh?"

"Well, baby, I," he let out an almost unnoticeable breath, pausing for a moment, "it was just the…I can't expect you to understand this now. But, there's just something wrong with your daddy. I will admit, I enjoyed doing it more than I probably should have. And, it hurts me that I did. But that doesn't change that I was only doing what I had to do, okay?"

True to his words, you didn't understand.

What could be wrong with him to make him enjoy it at all? Did he just like to do what he had to do? He never seemed like it before.

But then again, you'd only remembered him for a week. Maybe that was it then. He just really liked…what he had to do?

Was that right? You weren't sure. You weren't sure about anything anymore. Hurting people was bad, right? For any reason. Or, was it?

You placed a hand on your head.

Vincent had an expression of hurt on his face, another item on the list of what was throwing what little world you into utter confusion.

You didn't do anything, did you? There was no one else here!

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes once more as you clung to your father.

"D-daddy. I don't know."

Your father's face changed from one of hurt to one of confusion.

"What?"

"I don't know anything! That's what!" you yelled, tears now flowing again. "I don't know you! I don't know what you did! I don't even know what to think anymore!"

Your voice trailed off until it was nothing but quiet sniffles. "I'm scared." you croaked, burring your head into your father's chest once more.

Vincent slowly, gently, wrapped his arms around you. "You don't need to be afraid. You've got your daddy here, remember?" He chuckled quietly. "Why would you need to be scared of anything with me around to protect you?"

You let out a quiet sob like laugh into his shirt. "I...don't know."

"Exactly."

A/N: DONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Not the best ending, and it was kind of rushed. You know…it wasn't the best anything really. But, hey, at least it wasn't abandoned. *Glances over at my Uncle Mike story* … *Clears throat* Well, anyways, there are going to be two more parts after this : D One epilogue, and one Vincent….thing.