Daddy Love

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just had an idea and worked with it...not 100% happy with it but here you go anyway

Submitted: April 04, 2010

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She had liked Bobby... he had been good to her and had treated her with all the respect she expected. It usually wasn't easy for her to find boyfriends that her father approved of. When she complained to him about it, he would just smile and pull her closer and just whisper that he wanted his little baby girl all to himself.
She would grin, then pull away after an appropriate length of time.

It wasn't that she didn't love her daddy, far from it. Every Sunday since she was born, she would sit in the musty old church, sit through the boring hymns, then watch in wonder as her father would powerfully deliver his sermons.

She was always so proud to be able to call him his father and mean it biologically. Her Daddy always bought the services to life, and she adored the way all the parishoners would smile at the two of them and remark to Daddy how cute the two of them looked together. And all the elderly women would come up to her and tell her how brave her and her daddy were, to survive with only each other now that mummy was gone.

And afterwards once the old biddys had cleaned up the empty coffee cups and other remnants of another successful sunday church service, Daddy would take her into the stuffy confession booth.
She always remembered the way the shadows tattooed their faces as the dim light sliced through the miniature holes of the lattice work on the small window.
She always fondly conjured up a recollection of how her father's damp musk tickled her nose as he'd pull her onto his lap. She's vividly recall how she was always entranced by the light glinting of his gold cross, lying against his chest as Daddy cuddled her and told her what a special girl she was.

And she could never shake that memory of how Daddy's eyes would light up when he turned her to face him while untucking her shirt, and told her she knew what she had to do if she wanted Daddy AND God to love her.
And she could never forget the solid thunk her knees made as she kneeled in front of her fathers hitched up robes.

And that was why she couldn't have stayed with Bobby any longer. He was a nice boy but he had pushed her too far when he asked her to do those things. That was why she had reached for the pistol hidden on top of Daddy's dresser and had shot Billy twice in the chest with it.

She felt a bit sorry about it, but not as sorry as when she remembered why she had been driven to do it. She wiped the sad look of her face and replaced it with a thin-lipped expression of one who think they know wrong from right.
She swore right then that she would let no boy touch her the way Daddy did. She loved him and wouldn't want him to think she was being unfaithful to him.

Yes... she'd tell Daddy exactly that when he got home. Yes... what a great idea.
She knew Daddy would be sure to tell her how much God and him would love her because of it.


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