He was controlling

and terribly strict with you,

giving in on rare ocassions but staying

firm for the most part.

Jack Napier was a particular man,

and he liked things to stay in their place.

You were his little girl.

And in his mind,

You were going to act accordingly

or else.

"Eat 'cha dinner doll"

He told you lowly,

his intense blue eyes on you

from across the table as you sat

in silence because there had been a lot

of tension lately.

Picking up your fork,

you ate a mouthful of what was on your plate,

chewing slowly to appease him.

"What did ya do today hm?"

He asked you,

abandoning his own food

and lighting up a cigarette but

he usually had one rule for himself

and an entirely different one for you.

"Wrote in my diary..."

You answered him quietly.

"I went out in the garden for a while

and did some painting"

His eyes fixated on you,

he seemed dissatisfied by your

reply.

"Is that all ya do all day baby?"

He scoffed.

"Sit around doing meaningless

bullshit whilst I'm busting my ass?"

"Daddy"

You breathed out.

"You said you didn't want me to

to have a job"

"And did I tell you to fucking paint?"

He raised an eyebrow,

a firm look in his eyes.

"Did I tell you to write shit in

a notebook about your little feelings?"

"No..."

You trailed off into a silence,

defeated by him.

"You should do things

that mean something baby girl.

Why don't cha let daddy show you

how to do the numbers for the club hm?"

Nodding gently,

you didn't want to argue with

him because you already knew

the outcome and it wasn't pleasant.

"You bought those new pens for my birthday"

You looked up at him.

"Does it mean that I can't use

them anymore?"

An irritated sigh leaving his mouth,

he stubbed out the cigarette.

"You can use them sometimes.

I just dont want ya sitting around

all day"

"Can I watch some tv tonight

after dinner?"

"You may"

He met your eyes for a moment,

his phone signalling a call in his pocket

suddenly as left the table to answer it.

Waiting till he was out of eye range,

you picked up your plate,

scraping the rest of the food into the

trash can because you were no longer hungry

and you knew it would piss him off

if you didn't finish.

"You finished?"

He appeared in the hallway,

leaning against the arch.

"You can have some ice cream if ya want"

"Really?"

You smiled at him excitedly,

heading to the fridge.

"Yay!"

*****

Checking his watch like

he was waiting for something,

you were on the couch,

in his lap,

resting your head on his chest

with his arm draped over

your shoulder,

watching a movie quietly

like he said you could.

You could feel his hand on your head,

smoothing your hair down,

kissing your forehead softly.

"That's enough now baby,

alright?

Go get ready for bed"

Sighing softly,

you climbed down from his lap,

brushing your teeth and getting

changed into your pyjamas

before getting into bed,

noticing that he was still fully dressed.

"Aren't you coming to bed daddy?"

You asked him anxiously.

"No"

He leaned down,

making sure you were in the sheets

properly,

kissing your little nose.

"I got somewhere to be.

Don't get out of this bed.

I want to see ya laying right here

when I get back"

"Okay"

You whispered

against his mouth as he kissed you,

a grin forming on his lips.

"Who's daddy's girl hm?"

"I am daddy"

You smiled at him,

his way of saying he loved you.