Author's Note: I really don't know what to say about this one. Just be prepared.. that's all. Just a note before you read this: I'm sorry.

DADDY LOVES YOU

Todd looked up at Johnny. Although this scary-neighbor-man seemed like an emotionless killing machine, Todd got to see his other side. His caring side. Todd knew that Johnny cared for him. And Todd loved him, too. But he was afraid of him. Afraid he would be like Daddy.

But Todd was more so scared to talk to Johnny. He wanted to talk to him so badly.. wanted to tell him about

(Toddcomehereseeyourdaddy)

what his daddy said

(it'sokaysonit'sallrightcomehere)

to him, when his Daddy

(it'sawayofshowingmylovesoncomeherepleaseToddplease)

showed him how much he loved him

(goodboyyou'resuchagoodboyToddDaddylovesyouDaddylovesyoubabyboy)

that night.

But he was afraid. Afraid of what Johnny would do to Daddy. Daddy didn't mean it. He didn't mean what he did. He didn't know what he was doing. Maybe he was drunk, or he accidentally took one of Mommy's pills.

Todd looked at the homicidal maniac, suddenly wanting him as a father and a friend and someone to hug him and soothe his pain. He hurt. His body hurt.. his feelings were hurt..

But Daddy didn't mean it.

(OhToddyou'resuchagoodboyyessuchagoodlittleboy)

He didn't know

(Daddylovesyou)

that love hurt so much.