"Get down baby girl"

He told you lowly,

leaning against the archway to the kitchen

as you climbed onto the counter,

trying to get to a jar you couldn't reach.

"You're gonna hurt 'cha self"

"I'm fine"

You insisted,

taking the jar into your hand and trying

to get down from the counter top,

dropping the jar in the process

as it fell to the floor,

smashing to pieces.

"What did I tell you huh?"

He rolled his eyes,

pulling you down from the table

with his arm around your waist,

placing you somewhere on the floor where

there wasn't broken glass.

"You need to listen baby"

"It doesn't matter"

You got onto your knees,

sweeping the broken glass into a small pile

on to a paper plate and

dropping it into the trash can,

cleaning the contents with a paper towel.

He could tell there was something off with you.

You were quiet,

less sassy than usual,

giving him short or one word responses.

"Is this about what happened at the hotel?"

"No"

You answered him quietly,

avoiding his eyes on you.

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"I apologised"

He scoffed.

"I told you I didn't fucking mean it.

You left the room without telling me,

I didn't know where the fuck you were.

Anything could have happened"

"As if you care"

You mumbled under your breath.

"What was that?"

He narrowed his eyes at you.

"You know what little girl,

I'm not even gonna fucking answer that.

You're acting up again huh?

Trying to get a reaction out of me

so you can get ya own way.

I don't think so sweetheart.

Go put that shit in the trash

and get ready for bed"

"Oh wow"

You gave him an attitude,

getting up from the floor and putting

the paper towels into the trash can,

walking past him to get to the bathroom.

"He's sending me to bed"

"Hey"

He snapped.

"Don't get fucking smart with me.

You want me to come in there huh?"

"No daddy"

You sighed softly,

closing the bathroom door behind you.