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Chapter Two : Daddy's Girl
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His hand reached up my thigh before he roughly...

I jolted up from my sleep that wasn't as peaceful as I had been hoping it would be. The sweat and messy hair caused by the nightmare that I suffered from daily only though it wasn't a nightmare but a flashback from the incident that happened that one night.

I wiped the tears that fell free from my eyes from the experience that I've been through. I grabbed the water on my bedside table before taking a sip trying to calm the raging nerves that stormed through my entire body, mind and soul.

I got up knowing I wouldn't be getting anymore sleep for the day after what just happened. It irked me that I lost my sleep over this but I was glad that it didn't happen often, though the thoughts and reminders will always be there.

I walked towards the bathroom immediately getting into the shower to scrub my body clean of all the bad memories that posed in my mind. The warm water descended down my body causing the horrid thoughts to leave my mind in an instant.

I sighed lightly, leaning my forehead against the marble wall of the shower not sure why I couldn't get over the past. I so desperately wanted to move on and close that chapter but it was hard. I knew it would be and I refused to speak to people about it because I didn't want them to think of me differently but I knew I would break.

Soon enough, I would.

I turned off the shower extremely frustrated by the thoughts that clouded my mind. Stepping out, I grabbed the fluffy towel to dry off my body before opening the door to my room.

After doing what needed to be done, I put on my black Dior sweatshirt with black biker shorts, along with white socks and my Dior canvas'. I quickly put my hair in a ponytail deciding that I needed to see my father.

I was an only child, so I often felt the need to check up on my father as much as I could since I didn't live with him anymore and as much as I told him that he should retire early and go on vacation or come live with me instead of that huge mansion, he refused each and every time.

I inhaled a breath, going over to my bed to make it before grabbing my bag and keys.

My house was really cozy, I'd say. It wasn't as massive as my fathers large mansion but it wasn't necessarily small. It was a basic house with everything you'd need but had a pool out back along with a custom design for the exterior and a dance room in the basement. My father said that I deserved the best of the best, and that's what he meant when he claimed that he had a house built specially for me.

He did everything he could for me and I appreciated him for that but with me being twenty-two, it meant that I would soon have to take over his businesses, meaning that doing ballet wouldn't be a full time thing for me anymore.

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