He remembered that piercing thrashing sound. A very unforgetful, distinctive sound.

It alerted him like an alarm clock, a notification on a cellular device, a signal from a watch.

He saw it from the closet. He saw everything. He covered his mouth, muffling the agonal screaming. He was fighting his cries. Blood seeping from his hands to his shirt as he bit into his hand to keep himself from behind revealed.

Help me, Jaune! Somebody help me!

She called his name. In the midst of her terror, she called for his name. What it his role? To provide, to protect, to profess? Shouldn't he be rescuing her? Shouldn't he call the police? Shouldn't he play the role of hero and rescue her from the danger.

He didn't. He couldn't. Even as he hid in the closet, the small crack revealed so many things that had broken his heart.

The thudding continued. He watched as the captive continued to beat the woman he claimed he loved with a blunt instrument.

Blood splattered like fireworks. Music was being played to cover the screams. Laughter was coming from the captive's voice.

Each time she moved, the captive thrashed her. She kept going and going with the blunt instrument until she was no more.

The only sound to be heard was the music being played.

Jaune felt a warm sensation in his groin. He knew he had wet himself. He fell backward to the wall, hitting his head. His eyes peeked at the door crack. The captive was gone.

She was nowhere to be seen.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

"Daddy? Daddy? Daddy, where are you?" The voice was fragile. The voice sounded like an angel in need of a savior.

Even if that angel was sent from the depths of hell to do such a wicked deed.

He kept quiet. He didn't want her to find him. Better yet, he didn't want to accept what he had seen.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

The sound of the blunt instrument dragging the floor. The scraping sound approaching closer to his hiding place.

"Daddy! Please don't be scared! Everything is going to be okay! Remember? Jennie is going to work it out."

Shock, outrage, disbelief, and anger were the feelings that were occurring in his mind. What warranted it? What did he miss? How and what made his pride and joy to be like that? Tears were streaming down his fragile, sunken eyes.

When he blinked, their eyes met.

"There you are, Daddy." Her voice. So savory, so gentle. The very voice that gave Jaune a sense of being. The reason why he believed that he had a purpose in life. He saw Jennie holding the baseball bat. Her nimble fingers were covered in his lover's blood. Brain matter and bits of skull decorated her hands. It dripped to the bat, sliding down on it. "Daddy?"

"Jennie?" His voice choked. A retching feeling swelled his throat. Seeing his daughter decorated in his lover's blood, while at the same time, displaying the concern of a caring daughter.

"You don't have to hide anymore, Daddy." Her tone wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm. It was absolute. It was confirmation. She kneeled to the floor, opening the door. "Don't cry, Daddy." Her face turning red. She reached for the light to turn on the closet.

"It's okay. There's no need to be scared about wetting yourself." She covered her mouth, extending her hands to his face. The softness of her hands, along with his lover's blood made the blonde cringe. "You don't have to be afraid. I will get you cleaned up."

He was quiet, which didn't go unnoticed by his daughter. She observed his body movement, noticing the blood on her hands.

She kept a calm demeanor. "Don't worry. It isn't mine."

"Jennie," he managed to say. "Why did you? How could you?"

It was met as she placed her forehead on his. She inhaled her breath before releasing it to his face.

"Jennie doesn't like it when you allow strange women into our home."

"Jennie...you didn't...I mean...there's another-"

"That vile woman was contaminating you with filth."

"Jennie, baby?"

"She wanted to send Jennie away, Daddy." She fixed her lips. "Jennie wasn't having that. No one, I mean no one can separate us from each other."

Jennie turned and furrowed her eyes at the deceased before she turned back to her father. Tears continued to fall. "Don't be sad, Daddy. I had to do it! We don't need nobody else here. All they would do is destroy us." She whispered in his ear. "I won't let anyone do that to us."

We belong together!

I love you, daddy!

I love you, daddy!

We belong together!

We belong together!

Jaune screamed at the top of his lungs as it coincided with the flash of lightning and the triumphant sound of thunder. He sat up on the bed to witness the shadows of the rain, doing its performance of the night, from his window in his bedroom. The cold sweat of his night terror was shown all over his pajamas and soaked through the sheets. A throbbing headache was born and he pressed his hand against his head, messaging the area like this was not his first time with that ailment.

He trembled as he reached into his nightstand beside his bed in search of his medication. The blonde has recently started taking medication to level out his mood. He had recently gone to his doctor about his reoccurring nightmare. With the medicine he received from his doctor, he swallowed a pill with his first medicine and then another pill with the other medicine. After chasing it down with a glass of water, he rested the empty glass on the nightstand and closed his nightstand drawer.

He leaned against his bedpost to collect his thoughts. The afterglow of his nightmare still lingered on his mind.

Please try to see it from my point of view, Daddy. I am doing this for the better. I am doing this because I love you. Please forget about them, Daddy. They're gone and there is nothing we can do it about it. They are not important to us anymore. Just focus on you and me, Daddy. It's going to be us from now on. No distractions, no tears, no heartache. Just you and me.

He looked to the wall where he knew his sleeping daughter was lying peacefully underneath her quilt. It wasn't easy being a single parent to a daughter. However, he knew she was in good hands for she was a great supporter, a cheerleader. She was too fragile and graceful. It brought him some solace that the incident was a dream. It was just a dream.

He made a small prayer before falling asleep while unbeknownst to him, a curious daughter was staring at the creak of his bedroom door.

A Father's Proverb

Who is Jeanette "Jennie" Arc?

Jennie Arc is a seventeen-year-old student attending Haven Academy. She is the daughter of Jaune Arc and an unnamed mother (the name of the mother is yet to be revealed). She is devoted, loyal, dedicated, and faithful to her father and her father alone. She is a hardworking dedicated student, a respective member of a couple of organizations, and a wonderful homemaker. She has the qualities of being a great wife. However, she only has her eyes out for her father.

Jennie doesn't trust any women who threaten to take her father away. She doesn't really trust anyone that doesn't serve her any good interest. Her distrust of women began when she learned that she was born out of rape. Since that day, she made a vow for any woman to come in her father's way will get swiftly persecuted.

She has a doll nicknamed Tomo and rumors have it that the doll is of the missing woman that presumably was her mother.

She can be a danger and she has killed. She won't confirm which killings, but she made warnings to women who grew closer to her father to stay away. She doesn't act alone for her assistant, former cab driver, Coco Adel works with Jennie.

Jennie is to be feared. She is manipulative and conniving when needed. If one stays away from her father, then all is happy with the world.

Her infamous quote: "I love you, daddy! We belong together! And there is nothing a bitch can do to stop it."