"Why do you have to go?"

You laid on his bed,

watching him as he pulled on his shirt.

"You're the boss daddy.

You should tell them to deal with it"

"Oh you'd like that huh?"

He grinned,

leaning over your little body,

kissing your lips softly,

his hand making it's way in between

your thighs.

"Daddy!"

You giggled.

"Stop it"

"Mm"

He growled playfully,

pulling away from you,

a soft sigh leaving your mouth as he continued getting ready to leave the apartment.

"Why don't you-"

"Baby"

He cut you off firmly.

"Don't start alright?

We talked about this.

Daddy needs to deal with some things"

"Deal with what?"

You raised an eyebrow curiously.

"Are you selling drugs?"

"Am I selling drugs?"

He scoffed.

"Why the fuck are ya talking like that huh?

Watch your mouth"

"Can I call you?"

You asked him quietly.

"If it's life or death"

He told you lowly.

"You can't keep calling me when

I'm fucking busy sweetheart.

You never have anything important to say"

"But I needed you"

You insisted.

"You always need me"

He smirked,

taking a gun from the side table and

tucking it into his belt,

kissing your forehead roughly.

"Be safe"

"Please stay"

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders,

giving him pleading eyes.

"No"

He mumbled against your lips,

rolling his eyes as you kissed him

over and over again,

trying to entice him to stay,

taking his hand and placing

it in between your legs again,

moaning softly.

"Knock it off doll"

Sighing,

you pouted as he pulled away

for the last time,

sulking because you had to face

another night alone,

endlessly watching television and wandering around the apartment for something to do.

"You suck"

You mumbled under your breath.