He was my Daddy First!

Hey, I think this is my second story. I want you guys to tell me if you like this or not so comment.

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(Dream)

   I'm five years old again. My black hair in two curly pigtails, leaving only two piceces to frame my face. Just like my Daddy likes. My dress is violet and hugging my body tightly, unlike my Converse that are barely hang onto my feet.

  I sit in my room and read my favorite book to my teddy bear, Mr.fluff, when I hear yelling and glass breaking agansist the hardwood floor doorstairs. Mommy and Daddy must be fighting again.

 Creaping down the stair silently, I arrive in the livingroom door farme within seconds. Standing there I see the vase I  made Mommy in school broken on the floor and Dadddy's face becoming very red. Glacing over to the door, he notices me. We hold are eyes and while we do I see something flash in his eye. Hurt? Dissapiontment? Fear? and maybe, just maybe a little regret?

   Turning back to my mother, he spoke and few words that by the expression on her face hurt her deep inside, but I didn't hear them because I was stuck in my thoughts. Was those feeling because of me. Why would he been feeling that, he never feels those emotion. When he is with me he is always happy, excited. The guy that I just saw couldn't have been my father, could it?

   I was shakin out of my little world when I heard sobbing. It came from my mother, tears were coming from my mother vwho if my life have I never seen tears come from. The tears somehow made her look even more beautiful. My mother's chocolate brown hair dangled from a tight ponytail, so you could see her face clearly. Tan and wrinkle free, smooth. Her blue eyes becoming red and filled with sarrow.

   My father left the room with me following like a lost puppy because I was wondering what he was doing and because I no longer wanted to see my mothter cry. We walked into my parents bedroom and my daddy grabbed the suitcase from beneath the bed, packing it with all he clothes.

  "Daddy, what are you doing? Are you leaving me and mommy? Why? Is it because of me? Did I do something wrong? Will I see you again?" I ranted on letting my mind run free, losing my breath in the process

   "I'm sorry, my Little Princess but yes Daddy is leaving. I'm sorry but I have to and you know that I will always love you."

  "No, no you don't love me or you wouldn't be leaving me and mommy." Running as fast as I can before my tears blurred my vision I reached my room. Like my mother I try to not cry infront of people.Why does he have to leave? If he truly loves me he wouldn't leave!

  I hear the roar of my fathers car. I reach the window just in time to see him get into the car and start down the street with out even giving a second glance back. A pain in my chest burns my heart making it fall to the floor and shatterleaving me  empty. I hear a scream filled with pain, hurt, betrayal, saddness, and dissapointment.

(End of Dream)

    I swing forward,cluthing my chest feeling tha same pain in my chest  from when i watched my father leave me. After 12 years I can still feel it eat me more after each nightmare I have, each night. Sweat feels like my new lotion considering how much I have. It makes my hair damp and tangled in my face. Flipping it back, I look around the room to see that it is still pitch black around me meaning it is must likely around midnight or something. The air has a chill to it and a wonderful smell to it, it smells like a....... guys colon. Wait what? Just as I process that  hear a male's voice.

   "Did you have a bad dream Princess?"