Do It For Daddy

Do It For Daddy

Do it for Daddy.

These words keep running through my mind, withholding other thoughts from entering. I remember him muttering, moaning these simple, but evil words. Yes, evil, after you hear him whispering, groaning, hissing them. Oh, when will these thoughts ever end.

*~-~*

I remember the first time he said those words. It was a Thursday evening during the summer holidays. The night air was quite cool with a summer's breeze, warm and tranquil. I laid there on my bed, reading and humming to myself. Then Daddy entered.

Hello, my darling girl, he whispered, idly wandering over to me. I rolled over onto my back and mumbled a reply. Then I felt it; a firm touch running up my leg. I tried to scream, but Daddy just put a silencing charm over me. He lifted his wand once more, and put me under Dramorius.

Don't struggle, it'll get better.

I felt like I was in heaven. And there, undressing me, instead of my Daddy, was my crush, Draco Malfoy. I soon forgot what was happening. I just wrapped my arms around the man in front of me, letting him have me. But then he entered me.

Oh, yes, baby, just do it for Daddy.

The dream shattered into thousands of little pieces, which tore at my heart. I could feel my father coming inside me. It hurt so much. After he finished, he lay there stroking me and saying wicked things. Things that made me shiver. It wasn't the last time he visited me.

*~-~*

Every night for the rest of the holidays he came, torturing me with that spell. And every time he came, the same words fell from his mouth.

Do it for Daddy.

I couldn't stop him and it scared me. Mummy doesn't believe me. Oh, no, her perfect husband, Franz Parkinson, would never sexually assault someone. But she doesn't hear him every night, saying those words.

Do it for Daddy.

*~-~*

I am really scared now. I've missed a period. I am a fortnight late. I've even talked to Madam Pomfrey about it. She says I'm pregnant. Pregnant! She scolded me, told me that I was a dirty child. That I'm only fifteen, and that fifteen year olds don't do dirty things. How am I supposed to have a normal life? I wrote to Daddy to tell him, but he couldn't care less. I've even memorised what he wrote.

My little Angel,

I don't care, it's your problem now.

It's your fault you're pregnant, not mine.

Don't contact me again.

I'll see you during the Christmas holidays.

I can't wait

Your Daddy,

Franz Parkinson

I don't want to see him again, but I can't stop hearing those words, those aggravating words.

Do it for Daddy.

They'll never leave me alone.

*~-~*

Oh, God! She knows. The mudblood knows. She cornered me after Potions and gave me some book references. I didn't know what they were for, but I soon found out. How could she know? I was so careful. How could anyone know?

*~-~*

Hermione, no longer the mudblood, knows. Her mother was a rape victim and she was the result. Her father was a wizard. It's terrible. I told her what Father has been doing to me and that it is his child I am carrying. I even told her the words he says.

Do it for Daddy.

She told me that it will be okay, but I know it won't. I feel like dying.

*~-~*

I am softly walking up the stairs of the Astronomy Tower. Couples are everywhere, doing the stuff that Father did to me, but they're enjoying it. I don't understand. But then, I'm only a little girl, only fifteen.

As I reach the very top, there are couples gazing out at the stars. I gaze at them, too, but they're just forming into the four words I have come to dread.

Do it for Daddy.

I walk over to a window and open it. None of the stargazers realise. I climb up, onto the window ledge, and look down. I tell myself not to jump, to think of my child. And... it works. I try to turn around, but I slip. As I fall, my body turns around so that my stomach will hit the ground first. The air is blowing my hair around my face. The ground is getting closer and closer. I think of my grave and what I want it to say.

Here Lies Pansy Parkinson,

May 1981 - November 1995

Who Tragically Fell Off

The Astronomy Tower.

But that won't happen. I told Hermione what words I want on my tombstone. Ones that will haunt Daddy.

Here Lies Pansy Parkinson,

May 1981 - November 1995

Who Ended Her Life So Gladly,

And She Did It For Her Daddy.

I think of this as the rushing air stops, and my world goes black.