stumbling into the kitchen at 6 in the evening, i see evangeline sat atop the stool, leaning against the marble top counter, texting someone on her phone.

"angel, what exactly are you doing in my house?"

"im staying for the weekend, didn't cindy tell you, she told me you knew."

"no" i shake my head "she forgot to mention that"

she shrugs, returning to her phone, and im left to trail my eyes over her turned body, she slightly sheer white blouse revealing a pale pink bralette laying clad over her milky skin.

her ridiculously short school, which caused me to think bad thoughts, and then her lovely smooth legs

fucking hell angel.

i walked up to her, placing my chin on top of her head, reading her conversation.

"who's a dylan?"

"no one." she responds shutting off her phone and sitting her phone face down on the counter.

"tell me" i demand

"a friend from school" i chuckle lowly, obviously he wasn't just a friend.

"show me then." i say snatching her phone quickly off the table, and unlocking her phone.

why the hell doesnt she have a password?

it seemed as if all the breath was sucked out of my lungs as i read the recent texts displayed on her phone,

babe you are so hot

i can't wait to fuck you b

please stop, dylan this makes me uncomfortable.

look at this photo i got of you

what photo?

don't you just love it

how did you get that dylan??

i got it off your phone when i was putting my number into your contacts.

why would you go through my phone?? i thought i could trust you :(

both of us know you want me babe.

read 6.03pm.

"what the hell is this evangeline."

and all of a sudden i watched her break down into tears infront of me, suddenly guilt overtook me for being so harsh with my little girl.

my fingers scroll back up onto the picture again, feeling my pants tighten around my member. she is so fucking sexy.

i cradled her into my arms and placed soft kisses into her strawberry scented hair. finally her sobs turned to little whimpers, which made my mind slightly wander to the thought of me making her whimper, but then i felt guilty once again.

"who is he?"

"h-he was supposed to be my friend, he was helping me with m-math, and all of a sudden he changed and he's just l-like all his friends" her soft voice lilts as she struggles to omit the words due to her hiccuping.

i feel such sorrow, for the innocent little doll who is now sitting on my knee.

an idea suddenly comes to mind as i think up ways to ruin this horrible boy.

"darling, do you want me to fix this?"

"could you?"

"i know exactly how" i say with a devilish smirk

"oh thank you h, so much," she cries burying her face into my neck peppering kisses over my vein.

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where do you live, i want to come over now xx

oh babe i knew you would come around. 7 elm street in east-end see you soon ;)

read 6.22pm

i smirk down at angel's phone laying in my lap, as i pull up at his address.

this fuckboy was about to get fucked up.

evangeline and i both exit the car, my strides overtaking hers in order to catch up with her, i take her soft palm in mine and offer a small squeeze as we walk towards the door. i tug evangeline to the the hinged side of the door, so when the door opens, the person on the inside wouldn't be able to see her.

i knock once, and almost immediately the door swings open with the evil grin of a pre-pubescent boy and almost immediately his smile falls.

"who the hell are you?" he quips

in an instant i reach for his collar, hoisting him up off the ground, seething in rage, i try to look at scary as possible.

"are you, or are you not dylan reynolds"

he shakes in my grip, "i am"

"give me your phone" i speak sternly.

"no what the hell, man put me down, i haven't done anything wrong"

"I SAID, GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING PHONE RIGHT NOW" i yell into his face, clenching my palm against the base of his throat. i watch the fear practically drop out of his irises.

he pulls out his phone and puts in the password, giving it to me.

i set him down and go onto his camera making sure to delete every single perverted picture of angel on there, as well as deleting those photos from his 'recently deleted' album.

but just before i hold up the photo in front of his face.

"if you don't want me to get you a criminal record and be known as the school pervert, i suggest you apologise to my girl, right now" i taunt, pulling angel from behind the door. and he freezes.

"angeline," he speaks "i am sorry"

i watch my angel nod,

and i turn back to him. " if i so much as hear you talk about her, approach her or even look at her. i swear to god, i will fucking murder you. do i make myself clear?"

"yes sir" he scurries back into his home.

i just love having control.

my daddy looks so hot when he gets all protective.

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