You were tired of him telling you what to do

and going through a particularly rebellious phase,

doing things even though you knew

you were going to get caught because

he was never there to give you any attention otherwise.

"Is that a fucking cigarette?"

He asked you,

appearing in the archway to the living

room at two in the morning after

a long night at the club,

taking care of some things whilst

you stayed home.

"Hi daddy"

You looked at him,

lifting the cigarette to your mouth.

"Where the fuck did ya get that?"

He scoffed,

snatching it from your mouth

and stubbing it out on the glass table.

"I got it from your office"

You answered him innocently.

"I found them in your desk.

I found some white powder too but

I wasn't too sure about that"

"You went in my fucking office?

Did you fucking take anything?"

"Don't worry"

You told him blankly,

focusing your attention back on to the tv screen.

"I don't know how to snort cocaine.

Maybe you can teach me when you're not

too busy for me sometime"

"Im not teaching you shit little girl"

He warned you with his eyes.

"What the fuck are ya talking about huh?

Too busy for you?

I was fucking working"

"Working?"

You echoed sarcastically.

"Oh sorry daddy.

I forgot that you so hard"

"It's late"

He ignored the attitude.

"I don't want you staying up till two

in the morning.

Why don't ya get ready for bed hm?"

"I don't feel like it"

"Oh you don't feel like it?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"So I should just let cha do whatever ya want huh?

Since you don't fucking feel like it?"

"Yes"

You crossed your arms over your chest,

starting to regret it when you noticed

the darkening look in his eyes and

he threw you over his shoulder as you kicked

and screamed for him to put you down.

"Daddy!"

You cried.

"Put me down.

I can do what I want!

I'm a big girl!"

He placed you down onto the cold tiled floor

in the bathroom,

taking your toothbrush from the cabinet

and pressing it into your hands.

"Brush your teeth"

He ordered you,

leaving you standing there pouting.

"You smell of fucking smoke.

What kind of little girl acts like that hm?"

"Your girl daddy!"

You called after him,

a faint chuckle leaving his mouth as he kicked

the door to his office shut.

"Daddy?"