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I Won't Tell	By : pmad Category: M through R > Nightmare on Elm Street Views: 12572 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Nightmare on Elm Street movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: I have decided to re-write ths story, taking it into a new direction. It is alread on the ordinary ffnet site. But I wanted to post it here too. It will be more explicit - involving child abuse, molestation, nudity, violence, harsh language...etc. Please let me know what you think of this new version of the story!
Chapter 2: Promises
Night-time had fallen upon the Krueger residence. Freddy and Katherine were quietly sitting at the dining table in the kitchen, finishing their dinner that he had quickly thrown together. He looked over at his daughter, who was afraid to even look in his direction. Despite their little talk earlier that afternoon he knew that she was petrified of him.
Her body was literally shaking with fear as she stared at her half eaten plate of food.
He placed down his knife and fork, patting his knee. “Katherine sweetheart, come here”
She swallowed thickly, not moving an inch as her body gave an involuntary shiver.
Freddy pushed his seat backwards and patted his knee again, “I’m not going to hurt you princess. I just want to talk to you”
Slowly, she slid out of her seat, taking a few steps towards him as a few stray tears trickled down her cheeks and slowly she lifted her head to face him. “I miss mommy”
Freddy was taken back at her confession. It hadn’t been that long, perhaps four or five hours since he killed her bitch of a mother and Katherine was missing her already?
Just like he had his own special bond with Katherine, Loretta must have too. But he was too consumed in his ‘special work’ and his own relationship with his daughter that he failed to notice that she had a special tie with Loretta too. Now because had had killed Loretta, he had severed that tie.
Destroyed it.
No wonder she was hurting inside.
He sighed warily, this was all a fucking mess. He slowly reached out to her, gently clasping her in his strong arms and planted her on his lap, with his right arm curled around her small shoulders. Katherine clasped her hands together and stared at the ground silently.
Freddy titled her face up from the ground with his left hand, stroking her right cheek tenderly. “I know you miss your mommy. But remember you still have me. And I’ll never leave you. Never”
Katherine stared intently into her father’s piercing blue eyes, wondering did he really mean it? What if he did leave her? Abandon her? She didn’t want to end up alone. Despite what her father did to her mother, she still loved him and didn’t want to lose him too. Who knew what would happen to her?
The thought of it petrified her.
Her voice shook as she asked, “You p-promise you won’t leave me daddy?”
He squeezed her shoulders lightly and said softly, “I promise”
Lifting her right hand, Katherine stuck out her pinkie finger towards him, “Pinkie promise?”
Freddy laughed heartily and withdrew his right arm from her shoulders and entangled his pinkie finger with her smaller one. “Pinkie promise. I’ll never leave you. No one is going to take you away from me”
She instantly threw her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. His arms curled around her little torso as a wicked smile grew across his countenance. It was just like he expected, she was so gullible. She trusted him so much. Things were going smoothly. But he knew to take nothing for granted.
He gently reached down to manoeuvre her small body, so that her right and left legs were draped over his lap. Katherine slowly eased back so that she was facing him, with her hands resting lightly on his shoulders.
Freddy tenderly rubbed her left cheek with the back of his right hand. “Now, you remember what I told you earlier? About your mother?”
She gulped and nodded slowly, “Yes, you said you punished her because she was a bad girl”
“That’s right baby” he withdrew his right hand, smirking fiendishly at her, “She disobeyed me. And you know I don’t like being disobeyed, isn’t that right?”
“Yes. That was why you spanked me the other week for being bad” she sniffled as a stray tear trickled down her rosy cheeks.
He nodded, thinking back to when he had spanked her last week. He spanked her twice on her upper legs.. He didn’t really remember what she had done, but he certainly remembered her apologising immediately after being spanked. He very rarely reprimanded her. It was one thing he didn’t like to do and something he had promised himself that he wouldn’t do to her.
But at the time it was called for.
Freddy turned his attention back to her. She was still staring at him, waiting what else he had to say.
“Yes, I spanked you because you were a bad girl. I don’t like you being a bad girl” he rested his hands on the small of her back. “Not one bit!”
“Was that my medicine?” she asked.
He rose an eyebrow in surprise. She was very quick to catch on to what he was trying to explain to her. “Yes Katherine. That was your medicine for being naughty”
“Why was it different to mommy’s?”
Freddy thought musingly and sighed. He always knew that Katherine was an inquisitive young child, but he didn’t really expect that question. “Well, because your mother broke her promise. You know I’ve always told you both not to go into my room over the last few years. It’s my special room. Only for me. But she never listened. So, that was her medicine for breaking her promise”
Katherine shivered involuntary. She had broken the same promise too. She had went into his special room as well. Nervously she looked over his shoulder to the basement door, trying to keep her tears at bay.
Keep calm.
She had to keep calm!
He glanced over his left shoulder to where she was staring at. The door to the basement. To his secret room. She had went into it too. He just knew it! He clenched his teeth, then took a deep breath before letting it go slowly and turned back to face her, “Katherine“ he placed his hands on her shoulders firmly, “What happened when you went down into the basement? When I first told you go to inside? Did you go anywhere you weren‘t meant to?”
Her composure crumbled instantly and she shrunk away from him , trembling under his gaze and leaned back until her back was against the edge of the table. The feel of his hands on her shoulders make her tremble with trepidation.
Was he going to wrap his hands around her throat too? Was he going to hurt her the same way he did her mother? With a breathless whimper she began to beg, “I just wanted to have a quick look! The door was opened! I didn’t mean to! Don’t be angry at me daddy! I don’t want the same medicine as Mommy! I’m sorry daddy!”
Freddy looked at her in disbelief. Did she really think he was going to hurt her like her mother? That he was going to kill her? Did he really frighten her that much?
There was no way he would ever hurt her!.
He wasn’t that fucker Mr Underwood.
When she was first born and he cradled her in his arms he swore to himself that he would NEVER treat her the way that bastard treated him. The way he abused him as a child and teenager. He loved Katherine. She was his world. The only thing that ever mattered to him.
Katherine was his little girl.
His special girl.
The only child he would ever love.
The other children meant nothing to him. They were his toys that he used and abused. They were nothinng to him, nothing but meainingless little fucks.
All of them.
None of them compared to Katherine.
He felt her shiver as he loosened the grip on her shoulders and withdrew his hands. Tenderly he tucked a stray strand of brown hair behind her left ear, then stroked her the side of her left cheek in a circular motion. It always helped in calming her. “It’s okay princess. I’m not angry” he let out a long deep breath and gave her reassuring smile as she lifted her teary face up to meet his, “Tell me what you saw”
She bit her bottom, snivelling quietly as she thought back to the ‘secret room‘, “I saw pictures of kids. There were these jars filled with these yucky things!” her body shook at the image, “Then there were these weird gloves!”
A grin tugged at his lips, “Weird? In what way?” he knew all too well about his gloves, but he wanted her interpretation. What she thought they were like.
Katherine wiped tiredly at her face, “They were like…claws” she whispered hoarsely. “Like animals claws”
Freddy grinned slyly, “What kind of animals?”
“Like a tiger or a wolf!” she lifted her right hand, curling her small fingers inwards. Trying to make a shape of a claw.
Freddy chuckled fiendishly at her description and slowly his expression turned stern, “Now, I don’t want you going into that room again. I mean it! It’s not safe for little girls. I don’t want you getting hurt. Okay? Promise me sweetheart you won’t go inside the room again”
She nodded vigorously, “I promise!”
As Katherine did with him, Freddy too reached out with his small pinkie finger on his right hand, “Go on”
Katherine obeyed and extended her small right hand with her pinkie pointing out for him and again they entangled the fingers, “I promise Daddy! I won’t go inside the room again. I’m sorry!”
“One last pinkie promise” he began, “Not a word about what happened to your mother. Or else you‘ll be taken away from me”
She kept her finger curled around his and nodded, “I promise. Not a word”
He smiled warmly at her, “Good girl. Now give daddy a hug!”
With one swift motion she embraced him tightly, wrapped her arms around his neck while he gripped her waist tightly. “I love you, Kat” he murmured in her ear, “I always will”
She nodded once against his right shoulder, “I love you too!”
He smirked against the side of her face and then playfully kissed her neck, blowing raspberries against her skin. Katherine squealed in laughter, “Daddy that tickles!” her laughter increased as he began to use his hands to tickle under her arms, “S-stop!”
Freddy chuckled teasingly against her skin and then straightened up as her laughter soon subsided, a big grin now carved across her face. He winked playfully at her and kissed her lightly on the nose. “Now, I’m going to tidy up down here. So, I want you to go upstairs to your room then I’ll tuck you into bed. Okay?”
She nodded and he lifted her onto the ground, “Can I play with my toys until you come up?”
“Yes. But don’t make a mess of your room”
Katherine nodded once and then scurried out of the kitchen, her little feet pounding on the steps of the stairs as she skipped up to the landing out of view. Freddy smiled to himself, pleased that he was getting through to her.
He felt more at ease than this afternoon.
Standing from his seat he began to clear away the dishes and cutlery. He glanced at the basement door as he tided the kitchen, pondering how hew as going to get rid of Loretta’s corpse. There was no way he could leave it in his secret room for long. There was the possibility of burying her in the garden, but it was too risky.
The best option was to burn her remains and so a trip to his second home was the only way. But how could he? He had to look after Katherine. Unless, he brought her with him. It would have to be in the middle of the night, when the street was quiet and when Katherine would be fast asleep. She could easily sleep in the back seat of his car for half an hour while he disposed of that bitch’s body.
It was the only way.
After placing the plates into the cupboard Freddy ventured down towards his room, taking out a small silver key from his back pocket. If only he had locked it before going to play with Katherine. He was just in there to pin up a few newspaper articles when he heard Katherine’s voice shouting from the garden to play with him.
At first he was going to turn her down. But again she asked him and he could hear her trotting down into the basement from the garden. Her voice was so soft, so persuading as she begged him again. He could never say no to her. He loved playing with her.
He just didn’t realise that bitch would have been so sneaky to go behind his back. Waiting until he was outside playing with Katherine. The devious bitch must have waited at the top of the basement stairs until he left the room. Biding her time.
The fucking whore!
Clenching his left fist in anger he quickly unlocked the padlock and slid the metal bar to the left. With a growl he opened the door and stalked inside, his gaze set upon the dead cadaver of his wife laying sprawled on the ground in the centre of the room against the back wall.
His nostrils flared in anger wishing that she was still live so he could have the pleasure of killing her all over again. But with his glove. He snarled silently, wondering what he ever saw in her. She was an annoying bitch, constantly whining and making a fuss out of everything. It nearly made him physically sick to think that he had spent all these years with her. The only good thing that ever came of it was having Katherine. He should have just killed Loretta after Katherine was born.
If only he had thought of that idea.
Slowly, his gaze turned towards the top shelf to his right where his assortment of gloves were laid out. He trailed his right hand over each one, glimpsing at the corpse wickedly. He had always wanted to try his gloves on her. It didn’t really matter if she was dead, did it?
Not one fucking bit!
His hand grasped one of the glove. His personal favourite - the one with the long blades for fingers. Freddy slid it easily onto her right hand and smiled treacherously as he approached his dead wife’s cadaver. It was time for Freddy to have some fun…
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