"Daddy?"

You breathed out.

"I need you to come home"

"I thought we fucking talked about

this sweetheart?"

An irritated sigh left his mouth as he lit up

the cigarette in his office at the club,

music blaring in the background.

"You can't just call me whenever

ya fucking feel like it.

Daddys busy alright?"

"That's a lie daddy"

You furrowed your eyebrows,

accusing him.

"All you do is sit around and drink all night and look at those women who dance on polls"

"What?"

He scoffed.

"Where the fuck did ya get that from?

I'm meeting someone.

You can't keep fucking calling me baby.

Where do ya think daddy gets the money from

for that fucking apartment huh?"

"I don't even like this apartment"

You tried to argue with him,

set on him abandoning everything and

coming home because you had been alone

all day and it was starting to get

boring without him.

"Why can't we live in a smaller apartment

and then you won't have to do anything daddy?"

"And do what hm?"

He rolled his at your innocence.

"Sit around all day watching you

play with your fucking barbie dolls?

I like what I do sweetheart

and nothing you say is gonna change that.

Where's the nanny I hired for you?"

"I told her to go home"

You answered him quietly,

knowing he wouldn't take it very well.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

He snapped.

"Do you know how long it took me to fucking

find someone you were willing to let take care

of you and now you're sending her home?"

"But I don't like her daddy"

You sighed softly.

"She keeps telling me what to do

and saying that I have to drink more water because it's good for me and I don't like water.

Why can't I just have juice?

She's an awful women and I don't care

if I never see her again"

"You listen to me,

you little brat"

He growled lowly.

"You don't fucking call the shots around here.

I'm gonna call that bitch and when she gets there,

I want you to listen to her alright?

If I hear you so much as said

something disrespectful,

it's gonna be my hand on ya little butt

when I get home"

"Daddy-"

"Goodbye doll"

He disconnected the phone call,

making you pout as you stared at

the blank phone screen,

lighting up another cigarette because

it was the only way to keep his patience

with you those days.

"Fuck"