He had barely given you

any attention all week.

Too caught up in the chaos to think

about his little girl,

the one that always seemed to be

waiting for him.

You tried to keep yourself occupied with movies, colouring books and games but you

could feel that he hadn't been around,

the lack of affection starting

to take its toll.

Sitting on the couch quietly with

your fluffy blankets,

he appeared in the archway to the living room,

his intense blue eyes falling onto

you after coming home.

He knew he had been neglecting you lately.

An irritated sigh leaving his mouth,

you felt the space filled next to you,

his elbows resting on his knees and

his hands clasped together.

"You good?"

He asked you lowly,

smoothing your hair down with the palm

of his hand,

kissing your forehead roughly.

"I'm okay daddy"

You answered him quietly,

distant and less excited to see him

than usual.

"What have ya been doing hm?"

"Nothing..."

You trailed off into a short silence,

not taking your eyes

off of the television screen.

"Look,

I know I haven't spent much time

with ya lately.

Daddys just been busy alright?

nothing personal"

"I don't mind"

You breathed out.

"I knew what I was getting into.

You told me"

"Don't be like that doll"

He scoffed.

"You don't even care about me"

You accused him.

"Because I miss you so much

and you didn't even think about me

which means you don't care"

"You don't know how I fucking feel little girl"

He told you firmly.

"I don't share every fucking thought I have.

I don't care about you?

Why the fuck would I even try huh?"

"I don't know"

You argued with him stubbornly.

"Because you're fake and want me

to believe you care about me but really

you're just using me because I'm always here when you want to use my body!"

"Use ya body?"

He looked at you through narrowed eyes.

"I fucking use you?

I don't even fucking think about ya like that.

You're my little girl for fucks sake"

"Only when you want me to be"

"Oh?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Only when I want ya to be hm?

Is that how ya feel sweetheart?"

"Yes"

You told him matter of factly,

standing up from the couch in your skirt.

"And I also feel that you are a pathological liar

and you do this to every girl who has ever

been in your life and

now you're doing it to me"

"Pathological liar?"

He laughed hysterically.

"And you would know this how?

Were you in my fucking relationships?"

"It's very easy to tell"

You said defiantly.

"I didn't even fucking have this kind

of dynamic with anyone else"

He snapped at you.

"You think cos somebody calls ya daddy,

it means they're all fucking childlike?

You're the only person I have to baby

all the goddamn time"

"Well that must be very difficult for you"

You crossed your arms over your chest.

"Do ya hear me fucking complaining about it?

All I've done since the day I met you

is take care of you little girl.

So you can drop the fucking attitude...

Go get dressed"

"For what?"

You furrowed your eyebrows as

he left you standing there.

"Daddy?"

"I'm taking you out"