YES, DADDY(18+)

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

STEPHANIE POV

My eyes snapped open from the darkness, and I heavily gasped for breath, feeling as though I had been struggling for air for some time.

Glancing around, I realised I was still inside the car, illuminated only by the dim dome light that flickered weakly, threatening to fade at any moment. Turning to my left, I saw my mom lying on the passenger seat beside me, blood trickling from a wound on her head. It appeared she must have struck her head hard against the front seat.

"Oh my God," I whimpered silently before looking ahead to the driver's seat. There, I saw my stepfather's body slumped over the steering wheel, his face covered in blood, most of it dripping from his hand onto the wheel itself, staining it crimson.

I wanted to scream, but I pressed my left hand firmly against my lips to hold myself back from doing so. The car reeked of blood, causing me to gag in disgust. I have a strong hatred for anything bloody, especially if it comes from a human being.

I began sweating profusely, my face slick with sweat all over, and my breathing became heavy as I didn't know what to do. I struggled to decide what to do next. I'm not sure if my mom is still alive because she wasn't making any movement or sound.

Unsure of my mother's condition, I desperately called out to her to check on her, hoping for any sign of life in her. There was no response from her, and fear gripped me as I imagined the worst.

"Mom," I called again, seeking confirmation that she was still alive. Still, she remained unresponsive, and I feared she might be gone. No, this must be a dream. Mom can't be dead. She is not dead. Tears began welling up in my eyes as I gazed at her.

"No, Mom, you can't die," I cried out, cupping her face gently in my hand. Frantically, I checked for her pulse. She is still breathing, and I could feel she still had some life in her.

I sighed, relieved to find out she's still alive. A sense of hope surged within me. Perhaps I had been too quick to assume she was dead, and since she was still alive, I needed to get her to the hospital quickly to save her.

I looked out of the window, yelling, “Help, someone, please help!!!" My voice echoed along the empty road. Seeing that nothing was working, I thought it would be easier to go outside and find help.

I opened the car door and tried to move out of the seat, but I felt a strong force holding me down. It was like a powerful strap, biting into my skin and restraining me every time I tried to pull away from it. I started to scream as I pulled and pulled nonstop with all my strength, draining the last of my energy out of me. I was losing my consciousness slowly as I struggled to wriggle free from whatever invisible bound was holding me, but it was to no avail. Gradually, everything around me began to blur, and I could barely see until I blacked out.

A few hours later, I felt a hand gently touch my face, caressing my cheeks. I couldn't help but instinctively lean away from it, unsure of whose hand it was. "Mom" was the only word I could manage to mumble as the hand withdrew from my face and started stroking my hair. Surprisingly, I began to calm down, feeling my strength slowly return to me once again.

After a second of regaining my composure, I blinked my brown eyes open, taking in the new surroundings and feeling the plush softness of the bed beneath me. I noticed I was no longer in the car. Instead, I found myself now in a room, a bedroom that doesn't look familiar to me, lying face up on top of a bed. The softness of the mattress feels so much more comfortable than anything I've ever felt in a while.

"Where am I?" I whispered to no one in particular, glancing around in confusion. As I turned my head from side to side, I noticed a muscular man in black pants standing beside the bed, his strong hand still resting gently on my head. Struggling to focus, I tried to figure out who the man was, but my vision was still blurry as I had not fully awakened yet.

"It's okay”. I heard a soothing, masculine voice hushed me, continuing to stroke my hair in an attempt to calm me down.

"What are you doing?" I whispered to whoever it was.

"You were having a bad dream, so I'm trying to calm you down," the masculine voice responded, and I began to wonder if it was really just a dream because it had felt so real.

Blinking rapidly, my vision gradually came into focus, and I looked at the man again to figure out who he was. The man's figure was becoming clear to me as my gaze travelled up his body, starting from his feet. I saw that he was wearing black pants and a white shirt with three buttons undone, revealing his well-trimmed chest.

“Haa…”, I gasped as my eyes finally reached his face.