Page 32 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

But Richard slowly started to get up again.

"No," Hedda whispered. "You can't be alive."

"I'll always come back," he replied. "You'll never get rid of me."

She shook her head. This wasn't possible.

"No," her voice sounded so broken. "I s-shot you. Y-you s-should be dead!"

Richard took a step forward and she screamed, pressing down on the trigger once again. He needed to die.

"Just die!" she screamed.

But this time he didn't fall down. He kept walking towards her. Her heart rate sped up as she continued to fire her gun.

"You'll never kill me," he said, a wicked smile spread across his face.

Hedda screamed again and continued to fire her gun, hoping that one of these bullets would kill him.

"Hedda," Richard's lips moved, but it wasn't his voice. "Wake up for me."

She continued to scream as Richard came towards her.

"Heddy," he said again. "You've got to wake up. Wake up for Papa and Daddy."

Her eyes opened and a gasp fell from her lips. Everything was blurry but she felt things on her wrists.

"Please," she begged as she tried to thrash around to get away from whatever was on her wrists.

"Hedda," someone said. "You're okay."

She screamed as she saw two figures standing over her. Were there two of him now? Had she killed Richard so much that he created another one of himself to torment her even more?

"No!" she yelled. "Leave me alone!"

"Heddy," the same person said. "It's Papa. You're okay."

She shook her head and tried to move her arms. She needed to get out of whatever was holding her back.

"Please," she begged and tugged on her arms. "Get it off!"

Pain shot through her wrists and arms. She whimpered but continued to pull.

"You're okay," Papa said. "Let me get you out of these."

Hedda blinked several times and Leo and Oliver came into view. Both of them were working on getting the cuffs off of her wrists.

Before she could do anything, Oliver picked her up out of the crib and held her tightly. Her skin crawled and she shook her head.

"Let go!" she screamed.

Oliver turned her around so she was facing out, but he still firmly held her against him.

"You're okay," he murmured.

Hedda looked down at her hands as she clawed at his arms.

"Let me go!" she yelled. "Let me go."

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