"You don't fucking leave a hotel room

without telling me"

He screamed at you.

"You don't fucking leave period.

I don't wanna fucking hear it little girl"

"I didn't want to"

You cried softly,

trying to reason with you.

"You were in the shower

and I really wanted

to get something to drink.

I remembered that there were vending

machines outside...

I was only gone twelve minutes"

"Oh only twelve huh?"

He scoffed.

"That's twelve minutes of me going

out of my fucking mind cos ya didn't

even leave a note.

What the fuck is wrong with you huh?

Fuck..."

Running a hair through his wet hair,

he took a cigarette from the nightstand,

lighting it up as you sniffled.

"Maybe this is a fucking mistake"

He told you lowly.

"You're acting like a fucking child all the time.

Walking out on me,

back talking like it's a fucking game,

crying every goddamn day"

"I told you who i am"

You answered him quietly,

tears brimming your eyes.

"It's not my fault that this is

what makes me feel safe"

"I came here to make money.

Not to fucking baby sit you the whole time.

I can't leave the fucking room without

wandering what you're gonna fucking do,

If you're doing something stupid just to spite

me or to make me come after you.

It's too much,

Alright?

I can't fucking do it baby"

"Then leave"

You looked at him.

"Leave me here"

"I'm not gonna fucking leave you here"

He rolled his eyes at you,

taking the keycard from the side table so

that you wouldn't be able to use it.

"I'm going out.

Don't leave this room.

If I find out you're acting up again,

I'm done"

Leaving you crying there silently,

you eyed the door as soon as he was gone,

wondering what you were going to do in a hotel room by yourself for the next five hours.

All he ever said was that he wouldn't be long.

But you knew better by now that men get carried away with themselves when making deals

in nightclubs.

Pushing it to the back off your mind,

you took the remote from the nightstand,

switching on the television and laying down with your colouring books,

pretending that the whole thing didn't happen because it was the only way you knew

how to deal with anything.

You were asleep by the time he came in,

feeling the mattress sinking beside you

as you whined tiredly.

"Are we going home tomorrow?"

You asked him sleepily.

"Yeah doll.

Look,

About what happened-"

"It's okay daddy"

You mumbled,

burying your head into his chest.

"I didn't mean it alright?

I didn't know where you were.

It just fucked me up"

He put his arms around you,

kissing your forehead roughly.

"You act so innocent all the time,

I know you'd let someone hurt ya baby.

I don't want that shit to happen"