"You're being a little nightmare today,

hm?"

He scoffed,

tossing his lighter onto the dining table carelessly,

a cigarette in his hand as he looked at you

with intense blue eyes.

"Why don't 'cha just eat your breakfast,

huh?"

"No"

You refused,

staring down at your plate

like it was the worst thing in the world

all because he wouldn't give in

and make you pancakes,

furrowing your little eyebrows madly

but it just made you look cuter

and harder to take seriously.

"It's icky daddy.

I'm not eating it and then I'm going to have to starve until lunch and I'm hungry"

"If you were hungry,

you'd eat what's in front of you"

He told you firmly,

not once breaking eye contact with you.

"So don't give me that shit.

If you wanna starve,

that's your choice,

little girl.

I'm not making you fancy shit every day.

I can't be fucking bothered with it,

alright?

do you know how much

I had to fucking drink last night?"

Running a hand over his face tiredly,

he closed his eyes for a moment,

a deep throbbing in his mind from the late night,

the alcohol and the drugs combined.

It was a miracle he managed to get dressed

that morning.

"You always drink"

You huffed.

"You're an alcoholic,

daddy!

You promised me last night before you left

that I could have pancakes for breakfast

and you lied again and

I haven't even had pancakes in ages!"

"Oh,

I'm an alcoholic?"

He rolled his eyes at your accusations,

lifting the glass of whiskey to his lips ironically.

"Why don't you shut your fucking mouth?

all you do is fucking whine all the goddamn time and it's always about some shit

I don't give a fuck about"

"Says the man who is drinking again"

You breathed out.

"I hate it when you come home drunk

and try to touch me,

daddy.

And your breath smells like alcohol and you kiss me and it makes me feel gross!"

"I don't try to touch you"

He warned you with his eyes.

"I stay away from you when I drink

and I stay away from you when I've taken anything because I don't wanna get you involved.

Now what I'm not gonna let 'cha do

is sit there and tell me lies.

Apologise or you can stay

in your fucking playroom all day"

"I'd rather stay in my play room

all day then talk to you,

daddy!"

You pushed your chair out defiantly,

storming off to your playroom and slamming the door shut for extra effect,

going quiet for five minutes

before creeping out into the hallway.

"Daddy?"

You called him in a small voice,

hopeful he would give in to you if you were a really good girl and asked him especially nicely.

"Can I have pancakes now?

I promise I won't ask for them

for at least another week

and I'm really sorry I called you an alcoholic.

It's not your fault you're addicted

to alcohol and cigarettes"

An irritated sigh leaving his mouth,

he sucked his teeth in annoyance,

choosing to ignore your little comments

on his bad habits because

his little girl never meant any harm.

"Alright"

He gave in,

a firmness still in his tone.

"Get 'cha little ass in here"