"Did ya have to bring every fucking toy you have?"

He scoffed,

making you furrow your eyebrows,

one hand on the steering wheel

and the other resting on the gear stick

as he left the highway,

heading towards the back roads.

"I don't want them to think I have favourites"

You breathed out,

referring to your stuffies.

"I couldn't leave all of them home

and only bring two"

"They're inanimate objects"

He raised an eyebrow questionably.

"You know that right?"

"We're going to pretend you didn't just say that"

You covered your stuffies fluffy ears

with your little hands.

"They're my friends,

daddy.

Would you leave your all your friends

home when you're going on a trip?"

"I don't have friends"

He rolled his eyes at your innocence,

a hint of disgust in his tone.

"People only hold you back,

little girl.

Time you realised that"

"Well my friends don't daddy"

You insisted,

turning away from

him and facing the window,

watching through the glass as the scenery

passed by in flashes.

"Look,

when we get to the motel just hurry up

and get all ya shit in the room,

alright?"

He told you firmly.

"Why?"

You asked him curiously.

"Are we going somewhere?"

"You're going to bed"

He glanced at you from the side.

"I'm going to a casino"

"But you said I couldn't be left alone-"

"Well,

I'll just have to lock you in hm?"

He smirked,

satisfied with the look on your face as you pouted,

sighing softly.

"This is why he doesn't have friends"

You whispered to your stuffies.

"What was that?"

His intense blue eyes fell onto you.

"Nothing daddy!"

You rushed out.

"I was just telling my stuffies how much

fun we're going to have tonight.

We're going to watch movies

and order pizza and-"

"Hm"

He kept his eyes on you

for a few more moments,

a warning to you to keep your little attitude

in check.