He walked along the path of the bed that night. His
daughter was still asleep with her beauty in the light,
she would now sleep peacefully. But he wouldnt careless.
He was glad that he killed it. The creature was dead, and
thats what mattered he thought. But something wasnt
quite right for himself. He felt sick now, as he then
started to fall but stop at his knees. He looked at his
chest, he was bleeding. He realizes and remembered that
the mosquito scratched him in his chest and arm, and so as
he felt the wound he didnt realize how deep it was. His
victory was tainting now, as he believe he would die now.
He was losing some blood fast and need to wrap himself if
he was going to stay alive. But he felt so woozy now, his
head at a daze. His heart started to beat differently. He
was beginning to fall apart just from the looks of it.
No, he said. I have to stay conscious.
He couldnt pass out now, he would die instantly. He then
stared on his left side, his daughter was right there. If
he were to die at least he could tell her that he did love
her at least. He didnt want her to think for the rest of
her life that her father didnt love her, and plus he
wanted to tell her that in case he did die that his death
wasnt vain.
He was holding his chest, to make sure the bleeding would
stop for the moment, he was going climb up Carries pillow
and tell her everything that happened so far in his life
as well as tell her how sorry he was not being there for
her for all these years.
Chris took a step up on the pillow followed by another
step, blood was dripping from his chest down on the
mattress and on the pillow as he walked closer to the face
of his beautiful shimmering daughter. Her beautiful blue
eyes lay hidden and close under her bright lids. He felt a
warm breeze coming from her nose as he too breathe in, he
carefully touched her lips, of which were three times as
big as him. He didnt want to say anything yet.
Chris just sat there looking at his daughter while holding
his wound. It would be best for him to at least just look
of who he created nearly eighteen years ago. He was
reminded through that time that after his wife gave birth;
in the very first seven months he very much took care of
Carrie after coming home from work. He remembered holding
her, feeding her her bottle, tucking her in her small
crib, rocking her to sleep. No other parent could have
done a better job than he did.
He also remembered the time when it got so late his wife
was sick at the time, and they were out of milk as Carrie
cried, that he rushed out around three in the morning to
go out to a twenty-four hour store just to buy milk. He
didnt sleep well afterwards, or even went to work the
next day. But he was sure damn well happy to do what he
just did. He would sacrifice his own self to make sure his
daughter is safe and he just so and that a few minutes
ago.
He just looked at her the whole time for about two hours
or so after telling her in her sleep what happened to him
through these years and how much he was sorry for not
being there all these years. He didnt want to stop
looking at his precious use to be little girl.
Shes my daughter. My little , he paused for a moment.
He knew that she wasnt little to him anymore or is even
now. He thought that was rather foolish to say so, but
then on the other hand he didnt care to say so. He just
said it without hesitation.
Shes my little girl.
He then started to sob a little bit, he wished now she
would just wake up, pick him up and hold him and never let
go, but it wouldnt happen as he thought he was going to
die now. He just let the wound continue bleeding until he
finally did pass out next to Carrie on her pillow, his
thought to be final words to her he said in a tone that he
hope she would hear him.
Farewell, Carrie. Daddy will always love you.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
This here is my favorite chapter... Enjoy.
Chapter End Notes:
Next Chapter: Is Chris really dead?