Daddy’s hands wraps around my body, holding me even closer to him as he walks away from the window.
“Are you afraid of heights?” he asks.
I nod and take a breath in. I don’t want to ever go back to that window. It’s almost like I could fall right through it, straight to my death.
“There is nothing to be scared of,” he gently says. “The glass is super strong and can hold my weight against it. See?”
Daddy moves once again, and my eyes go wide as he starts to lean back. Tears form in my eyes, rolling down my face.
“No!” I scream, pushing against his chest.
FIVE
Daddy leans against the window, and I sob as I try to get out of his arms. Pushing and kicking to make him let go of me.
“Please!” I beg, turning my head away from the window.
“Look. It’s holding us,” he informs me.
“Please, don’t make me,” I sob, my whole body shaking with anxiety. “Please.”
I clasp an arm around my stomach as I start to feel nauseous. Daddy doesn’t move.
“One look.” Daddy cups my face with his free hand.
I shake my head and heave as my body wants to throw up from all the nerves running through my body.
“Pl-,” but I don’t get very far as I push my head to the side and vomit up everything that I’ve eaten and drunk.
“Oh, Little companion.” Daddy pulls me closer to his body.
Sobbing, I take a shaky breath in as I try to stop myself from puking once again.
“I didn’t think you were that afraid,” he mumbles, moving slightly.
Tears continue to run down my face as he bounces me up and down.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “Let’s go clean you up.”
Tears continue to run down my face as he walks farther away from the window. I never want to be that close to it again. A shudder runs through me at the thought of it being one of my punishments.
I don’t think I would be able to survive if he did that.
“No more going close to the window,” Daddy told me.
I already knew that, though.
“Why didn’t you tell me before I walked you over there?” he asks.
I glare at him through my tear-filled eyes. Is he serious right now? I told him I didn’t like heights, yet he was the one who put me close to the window.
“Be a good girl and don’t glare at Daddy.” He taps my nose before sitting me on the counter.
I look around and realize we are in the kitchen. I lift my arms, without fully realizing what I am doing, toward Daddy. I don’t want to be away from him.
“Daddy is going to get something to clean you up, and then I can hold you again,” he explains.
I grunt and hold my arms up still, tears still running down my face. I don’t want to be away from him. I can’t fully explain the feelings I’m going through since I’ve never felt like this before.
