"What the fuck are ya doing?"

He scoffed.

"Pick that shit up.

Get 'cha little ass in the elevator"

"Why do you swear so much?"

You answered him quietly,

focusing on staying in between the lines

with your colouring book,

a lollipop in the other hand.

"Old people are so stressed.

Take a chill pill"

"What?"

He narrowed his eyes at you.

"Are you giving me fucking back talk?

Put that shit away and get in the elevator.

I got shit to do"

"God"

You rolled your eyes at him,

giving him an attitude as you closed

your colouring book,

pushing it to the side and leaving it there,

the colouring pens scattered over the carpet.

"Hey"

He told you firmly.

"Don't walk away from me baby.

What are ya doing?

Leaving your shit all over the floor?

You got a fucking attitude?"

"If you agreed to a swear jar,

I would have been rich by now"

You mumbled under your breath,

getting onto your knees and tidying

away the glitter pens.

Trying to get by him,

he gripped onto your arm,

making you wince as he

pulled you back to where he was standing,

forcing you to look at him.

"I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you or what made you think that you can leave ya shit everywhere and talk to me like it's fucking funny but let me tell ya something sweetheart,

You're a fucking kid.

And when I tell ya to do something,

You do it alright?"

"Whatever..."

You breathed out.

"What do ya say?"

He raised an eyebrow at you.

"I'm sorry daddy"

You sighed softly.

"Good girl.

Go wait in the elevator and if somebody

talks to you,

You don't fucking answer them.

Ya got that?"

"Yes daddy"

You replied to him quietly,

pulling on your bag pack

and closing the apartment door behind you.