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“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered. “Can Daddy look at your stitches?”
She didn’t want to take her hand off her stitches. It was going to bleed more and she didn’t want to lose any more blood than she already had. She could feel her shirt and pants sticking to her.
“I know it’s scary, but can you be my brave Little Stormy for me?” he asked.
Her tear-filled eyes widened a little and she nodded her head. She could be brave for him.
“Give me one second,” he said.
Panic went through her and she moved her body, groaning in protest.
“Don’t move,” he said. “Daddy isn’t going anywhere.”
She watched him as he turned around. “Hedda?”
“Yes,” she replied. Her voice was thick with emotion, almost like she was on the verge of crying.
“Can you call Angelo and ask him to come here?” he asked. “Get here fast.”
“Yes!”
Storm felt so bad that Angelo had to come over to their house. He had said he wanted to see her in two weeks, not two days.
“N-no,” she whimpered.
She didn’t want him to come.
“Shhh,” Daddy said. “It’s going to be okay. Angelo needs to come so he can stitch you back up. Daddy would do it, but Daddy doesn’t want to leave a nasty scar on you.”
Tears streamed down her face. She felt like she was disappointing everyone. Why did she have to get freaked out by fingers in a box? Hedda didn’t seem to be scared.
“Stormy,” Daddy said. “Can you look at me?”
Her eyes met his and he gave her a soft smile.
“There’s my pretty girl,” he said. “Can Daddy take a little peek at your stitches?”
“O-Okay,” she whispered.
She watched as he brought his hands close to her body and gently moved one of her fingers away before lifting her shirt a little. Storm had no clue if he could even see anything, but his facial expression didn’t give anything away.
She had a gut feeling things weren’t going to be okay. Nothing was going to be all right. Everything was going down the drain and she should’ve been expecting that. Nothing was perfect and good.
“Everything is going to be okay,” he softly told her. “Let Daddy worry about everything.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
STORM
It had been several minutes since Daddy had told her everything was going to be okay. He had managed to pick her up and set her down on the couch, much to her dismay.
She didn’t want to get any blood on the couch so she sat on the very edge so her bloody pants wouldn’t get on it. It was difficult and her body was feeling weaker and weaker as the seconds went by.
This position wasn’t comfortable, and she could feel her leg starting to go numb from keeping it in one uncomfortable position.
But she didn’t want to get the couch bloody.
It was so hard to get blood out of anything and she would hate for it to get on the couch. And then for Daddy to have to spend a lot of money to get the stain out of the couch.
