He left the apartment late last night,

having to deal with something

down at the club that happened

out of the blue,

telling you to be a good girl

as he left you with one of his men,

a soft sigh leaving your mouth as you

clutched your favourite stuffie

to your chest,

whispering to it as you subtly

looked at the man left in

charge of you.

"This is going to be a long night"

You whispered.

"What are you talking about little girl?"

The man asked you firmly.

"You need something?"

"I'm fine..."

You furrowed your eyebrows

before asking him curiously.

"Who are you?

Do you have any kids?

Are you married?

Why are you here?"

"That's a lot of questions"

He smirked.

"Why don't you sit down hm?"

"Do you call my daddy

by his name or do you call him sir?"

You sat down like he told you

to on the fluffy rug

in front of the television

with your colouring books

and glitter pens.

"Depends on the situation"

He told you lowly,

keeping his guard up

whilst you asked him endless questions.

"Would you like some tea?"

You asked him.

"I have lots of kinds.

Rose and chamomile and-"

"I don't think your daddy

would want you touching something

with boiling water in it alright?"

"No..."

You trailed off into a short silence,

getting up from the floor

to go into the kitchen.

"Daddy lets me"

"Uh"

He stopped you.

"I don't think so sweetheart.

I'm not letting you do shit unless

Jack tells me you can"

"You're bossy"

You mumbled quietly,

sitting on the floor again,

eyeing the man strangely as

you whispered to your stuffies.

"I don't like him.

He's very strange.

He could be a serial killer

so we have to be very careful until

daddy gets home...

Don't look into his eyes"

******

"Daddy,

that man was very strange"

You told him when he made it home.

"Strange how?"

He muttered under his breath,

taking out a cigarette

and lighting it up after the long night.

"He told me I couldn't make

tea and he kept telling me to sit down.

I asked him if he had a family

but he said that I was asking him

too many questions...

I think he might be a serial killer

or something"

"Serial killer?"

He chuckled amusedly.

"Sweetie,

you practically live with

a fucking homicidal maniac.

I wouldn't worry about that

if I were you"

"Who's a homicidal maniac?"

You furrowed your eyebrows in a confusion.

"What are you talking about daddy?"

"Never mind doll"

He rolled his eyes at your innocence.

"Why don't 'cha go play with ya toys hm?"