Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
For the next week things went on like that until I hated going down for breakfast and seeing her there, so I stopped.
I hardly saw daddy anymore, he was always gone by the time I woke up in the morning and home after I went to bed.
I knew it was her doing, that he would never have left me like that, alone in this big house on my own.
I was more miserable now than at the home and once again I was back to counting down the days. I was really starting to regret not taking early graduation after all.
It was just horrible being there alone, especially at night in bed when I imagined him with her and the pain was like a knife cutting into me.
It’s funny but I never felt that pang of jealousy with Natalia. Even though I had a crush on daddy, I never felt the way I do now seeing him with another woman.
4
Dakota
The night of my birthday party came and went and I was more sure now than ever that it was over. Maybe Natalia was the one who’d kept our little make believe family together and now that she was gone he saw no need for me.
He was very nice, very generous even for my birthday, but he wasn’t his usual attentive self and I knew that I had lost him.
I still had a few more months of school so it wouldn’t make sense to leave now and lose my scholarship, but eventually his neglect got to me and I started acting out.
It didn’t help that whenever Ashley and I were alone together on those rare occasions when I wasn’t fast enough to avoid her, that she was always dropping hints about my leaving.
It was when she brought up my past and my dead mother and what she used to be that something inside me snapped. What had I been playing at these last two years anyway?
Hadn’t I always known that this was too good to be true? That it would end one day? I just hadn’t expected it to end like this. I started to resent Evan. I’d stopped calling him daddy in my mind for some time now.
He on the other hand didn’t seem to notice that anything was wrong. That is until the day I was dressing to go out with friends and he happened to catch me heading out the door.
“Hold it, what is that you’re wearing?” I looked down at the short pleated skirt and short tee. The skirt wasn’t much different from the one I wore for school, just a few inches shorter, and the top was the tightest I’d ever worn.
Because of my large breasts I tended to wear roomier tops and except for my school uniform, I rarely wore skirts, especially one this short.
“What? It’s decent.” I started to go out the door and he stopped me. “Dakota get back in here I’m not done talking to you yet. Get over here.” He seemed upset and I couldn’t figure out why.
It’s not like he cared, he hadn’t been around much in the last few weeks to know what I wear and I told him just as much. “So you see, Evan.” I made a point of emphasizing his name. “You have no say.”
“So it’s Evan is it? What happened to daddy?” I didn’t bother to answer him, except for a mumble under my breath. He hadn’t been ‘daddy’ in a long time. Not since his slut came into the picture, but I didn’t say that.
What was the use? It was obvious that she didn’t want me around, and since he seemed to have chosen her over me, it was only a matter of time before she convinced him to put me out on the streets.
I started for the door again ignoring him and was surprised when he grabbed me and pulled me back. “You’re not going out of here looking like that. Now get upstairs and change.”
“No, you can’t make me, now get off.” I felt like I was going crazy, like my head and heart would explode any second. I was almost blind with anger and hurt as I tried struggling out of his hands.
He pulled me towards the stairs and I screamed, lashing out at him and connecting with his jaw. “What the hell has gotten into you?” He shook me before pulling me around roughly and my skirt flew up around my hips.
“What the fuck?” It was the first time I’d heard him swear, the first time I’d seen that look on his face. It was pure rage and it stopped me cold. I’d never felt fear in his presence until that moment.
“Daddy.” I choked out when his hand went around my throat.
“Where the fuck is your underwear?”
He spanked my ass hard once and I fought back, swinging at his head again. “You little brat.”