"Daddy?"

You clutched your favourite stuffie to your chest,

rushing out into the hallway as soon

as you heard the door close.

"What do ya want?"

He asked you lowly,

an irritated sigh leaving his mouth because

you had that look on your face again.

"Can I go to a sleepover?"

"No"

He told you blankly,

taking a bottle of whiskey

out from the cabinet,

pouring some into a glass before

throwing it back.

"You cannot go on a sleepover and

I'll tell ya why because I know you're gonna ask.

If you get hurt,

I'll have to fucking kill someone

and then ya won't have any friends at all.

I thought ya didn't like people huh?

Why don't cha play with mikey?"

"Mikey is a stuffie daddy"

You breathed out.

"I don't...

But she's really nice and I met her

at my arts and craft club"

"Oh ya mean the one I pay for?"

He scoffed.

"You don't even know her baby.

You think ya can just meet people one time

and go fucking home with them?

Thats how ya get killed"

"But she's like me"

You tried to argue with him.

"She has a daddy too.

Why would he hurt me?"

"Same reason I'd hurt someone"

He muttered under his breath.

"Leave it a while

and maybe she can stay over

here one night hm?"

"No daddy...

You always say weird things"

"Oh I'm the one who says weird things?"

He raised an eyebrow,

his intense blue eyes falling on to you.

"Her daddy is normal.

You'll scare her"

"Why am I having this fucking

conversation with you?"

He looked at you like you were being

difficult on purpose.

"I gave you a fucking choice and

if ya don't want to take it,

that's too bad doll.

I'm not letting you go to some fucking creeps

house to have a sleepover with some

chick ya barely know.

Now drop it"

"Daddy!"

You cried.

"Uh"

He warned you.

"What's with the tantrums?

You're not getting your way all the time little girl.

You're supposed to be in bed and

that's where ya better be by the time daddy

gets out of that shower"