"I'm all sticky,

daddy!"

You told him as he placed you in the bathtub,

running the water for you

as he pulled off his jacket,

dropping it to the side before tucking

up the sleeves to his shirt.

He came home to find you covered in paint,

sheets of paper taped together

on the living room floor,

random shapes that were impossible to make out because your project didn't go to plan.

"It's gonna take weeks to get this shit out"

He scoffed,

scrubbing at your arms roughly with the soapy water as you stood there in your panties.

"Why the fuck can't you just be normal,

hm?

Play with ya toys or some shit.

Watch a movie...

I don't fucking care.

I shouldn't have to come home to this shit.

It's been a long night,

little girl"

"But I wanted to make snow angels"

You defended in a small voice.

"And there wasn't any snow

so I thought I could do it with paper but

the paint just went everywhere"

"Yeah,

I can see that doll"

He sucked his teeth in annoyance,

a hint of sarcasm in his tone,

scrubbing at your little arms harder

to try to get the dried paint off.

"Fuck...

It's not coming off.

Now what,

huh?

I can't let 'cha go to bed like this"

"What?"

You breathed out,

looking at him with wide little eyes.

"It has to come out,

daddy!

I have a photoshoot tomorrow"

"Photoshoot?"

He raised an eyebrow at you

like you were crazy.

"What the fuck are ya talking about?"

"With my teddies"

You sighed softly like he just didn't get it.

"We were going to get a bed sheet and pin it against the wall like a real photoshoot,

daddy.

And then we were going to pose

and wear pretty dresses and-"

"I'll do what I can,

sweetheart

but it's just not coming out,

alright?"

He cut you off,

an irritated sigh leaving his mouth

as he let go of the sponge,

slipping a hand into the lining

of his waist coat for a cigarette,

placing it in between his lips to light it,

taking a seat on the toilet lid.

"This is a complete tragedy"

You pouted softly,

sinking down into the warm water

like you had a lot on your plate.

"My photoshoot in ruined"

Blinking,

he looked at you blankly,

the smoke hitting his lungs like a sweet release.

"I don't bust my ass all day and night for you to act like you got it hard,

little girl"

He told you firmly,

intense blue eyes on you.

"Now help me get some of that paint off,

hm?"