Scary Movie
494 Words
"Carol, don't push it. You have been such a good girl all this while, what's gotten into you suddenly?" Daddy scolds me.
"but I want to watch that movie! I will not be scareddddd! I Will notttt!!!!" I implore for the umpteenth time.
Why won't daddy let me what the scary movie with cool brain-eating zombies in it? Whyyyyyy???? It's animated! It's not for adults! It is made for littles!!
Daddy sighs like he is losing his patience.
"Carol? I am telling you. I know my baby girl. You will be scared and won't be able to sleep alone."
"It's Halloleen in two days, daddy! Everyone watches scary movies in halloleen."
"It's Halloween Carol." He picks me up and kisses my cheek. I huff. I want to watch a zombie.
"Daddy? If I get scared I can sleep with you. Pleaseeeeee let me watch. You told me I have been such a good girl all these days daddy pleasseeeeee"
I am sulking. So bad. Daddy tries to cheer me up but to no avail. I want to watch that movie. Finally, finallyyyyyy by the next evening daddy gives in! After one whole day of begging and sulking!
We sit in the living room, curtains closed, lights off in the evening and daddy has made me popcorns and I have soda too! Can you believe it? It's halloleen tomorrow and I am watching a scary movie??? Yay! I am so happy I could dance.
Jay's Pov
One hour into the movie and she is hiding in my arms, peeking into the TV every now and then. I do know this is a bad idea. She will do something silly after watching the movie. How is this movie for littles is beyond me?
There are zombies scooping out brains of kids and devouring it. The humans are all beheading the zombies and then burning them. Carol looks so petrified that it's not even funny anymore.
"Do you want me to switch it off?" I ask her gently.
"Nooo," She whispers.
"I would not think that you are not brave," I tell her. I know this is how Carol thinks. She wants to prove herself to be strong and smart and everything all the time. When will she realize that she is perfect to me and that she has nothing to prove?
Another 30 minutes later the movie is over. Carol is still stuck to me like a baby monkey.
"Happy now? Let's go give you a quick bath then I will make you a bottle and we will be off to bed." I pick her up and take her upstairs.
She is so cranky. That is precisely why I did not want her to watch the darn movie.
I make her a bottle and tuck her in with me for the night.
She is whimpering. I hug her close.
"Shh... It's okay baby. You're safe. Daddy loves you."
What do you think will happen next? ;)
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