Daddy // h.s

Visiting

A/N

First chapter woot woot!!

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NAME: Ava Spencer

AGE: 17

DOB: 8-28-1993

REASON: Visiting

RELATION: Father

I hand my clipboard with all my information the to grumpy old lady behind the desk. Her face creased with wrinkles as well as blue eye shadow that did not compliment her what so ever. A curvy line of lipstick covered her overly chapped lips, even a small amount on her yellow teeth that were soon to fall out.

"Thank you sweetie." Her voice cracked, raspy from smoking I presumed.

I walk back over to the dingy blue seats that were falling apart near the wall, and sit down. The old building did not suffice with the cameras and guards equipped inside of it. The walls leaked a liquid that had a horrid mold smell, the floor was dull and covered in dirt tracks. The welcome mat was over watered with the visitors soaking boots on this rainy Tuesday.

This was my typical Tuesday visiting him each week. It was a grilling process to see him every Tuesday, but he demanded it. The commute was almost two hours alone, not even mentioning having the sign in every time. As much as I hated doing it I had to, everyone thought it was a choice. No. It's far from a choice. I'm basically forced to come here and do my orders. This was never worth it, only the money. I would never do it for anyone, but I love him to much.

"Ms. Spencer." A loud voice called out from a metal door. I stood and followed the voice into a small room with a glass window covered with a layer of dust in the wall, a small round speaker implanted into it. A metal drop box located at the bottom.

"Arms and legs spread against the wall." The same man coughed. He patted me down, is small cubby fingers laced in dirt roaming all over my curvy frame. He harshly grabbed my purse that hung by my waist and put it into the metal box. A figure shuffled around behind the glass before reaching into the box and grabbing my bag.

"We've got us a shy little girl don't we." He barks a laugh, wheezing. I almost want to flinch but I don't, I blush and look away.

"Alright, finish up, the game is going to start." The figure behind the glass laughs too.

The mans hands find their way into my pockets where his fingers latched onto the item. My eyes followed his arm to see is fat fingers holding a tampon. My cheeks grow red and my face begins to heat.

"Sorry." I squeaked, embarrassment clear in my voice.

"Don't worry young lady." The old man grinned. I mentally threw up at the sight. You're gross.

I was finally granted access into the large room by the man. The room had desks that connected with large metal dividers set in between each one. A black telephone with a silver cord attached to each side. His hand pointed towards the third desk,
I sat and picked up the phone. Seconds later two large guards with guns pulled a tall man into the room. He had long black greasy hair that hung around his gray beard, the exposed skin covered in old ink his face was dirty, thick arms with no muscle, a proud stomach protruded out in front of him. His large legs carried him over to the seat across from me. The two men let go of his arms and he shifts to get comfortable in his seat.

"You can leave." He spits to the guards that brought him in, they scoff but still obey him.
"Hello darling." His deep voice speaks through the phone after he picked it up.

"Hi." I shyly smile.

"How ya doin'? Gettin' everything I need done?" He asks leaning his tattoo covered arms on the metal table.

"I got an A on my algebra test!" I say a loudly, a forced smile on my face. The guard behind me has contained himself with an old newspaper.

"Why the hell would I give a s.hit?" He spits.

"I studied for a week!" I nervously say.

"What the f.uck are you talking about?" He says getting tense, his fist clenching.

"Please don't get angry with me." I flinch, and keep my head down away from the glare kept by the man. He takes a breath before sitting back in his chair, crossing his arms.
"I'm sorry about him officer, you can leave now I think I got him under control." I give him a small smile, not making eye contact.

He nods and walks out of the door back into the hall, once he is out of sight I lean into the small space. I smirk at my perfect acting skills.

"Jesus dad! That guard could have heard us." I roll my eyes at his lack of common sense.

"For gods sake I thought you were being serious, I was wondering was happened to my daughter." He chuckles, his loud voice echoing off the walls.

"I got the fifty grand into the Bahamas account. Rae's got the next shipment coming in on the 14th. I want more cut the next time." I run my fingers through my brown hair and sigh.

"You've got to be shitting me, why do you need more money?"

"You fucking owe me I got shot dammit!" I bark into the phone, while staring into his brown eyes. God I could have died and he doesn't even give a s.hit.

"I never said this was legal and not dangerous." His tone is serious.

"Do you not this I don't know this already?" I speak pure sarcasm laced in my voice.

"Shut your mouth." He barks.

"I want more money, then I can buy my own place and get mom off my back she's always asking where I am and what I'm doing, its getting annoying." I put my hands up in defense, he's lucky he doesn't have to live with her.

"You still living with that b.itch? She's a damn back-stabber and just a s.hity women. I have custody of you anyway." His face twists when he speaks about her. They would still be married if she hadn't ratted my dad out two years ago. By the time I was sixteen I have been seeing my father, and working for him.

"That's why I want my own place, you need money for that father." I force a laugh.

"I'll figure something out for you darling." He smiles as plays with the skin around his knuckles.

"Times up honey." The dirty guard calls from the hall.

I sigh loudly before putting my hand up the to glass.

"I'll make sure everything runs smoothly with Rae." I smile when he puts is hand up to mine on the other side of the glass.

"Okay baby. I love you so much." He smiles back.

"Take care of you." I hang up the phone and watch him as he mouths the saying back.

I walk out of the room and quickly put my head down. I get my purse from the perverted men and leave after they make some dirty remarks that I force my self to blush at. Once I'm outside I nearly run to the car, the rain drenching my purse. Finally I'm my car, I open my purse and pull out a cigarette, I lite the end of the white stick and inhale the smoke. I breathe it out after I roll my window down.

My dads words replayed in my mind, I'll figure something out for you darling. Ideas and words jumble around my head while I drive, after thirty minutes I'm at home. His words haunting me as I pull into the familiar drive way.

Whatever he had planned for me, it was better than being here.

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A/N

WHOO FIRST CHAPTER!!! YOU MIGHT BE CONFUSED AT FIRST BUT YOU WILL UNDERSTAND SOON.

AND HE IS NOT HER SUGAR DADDY AND IS NOT ATTRACTED TO HER WHEN HE CALLED HER BABY, THEY ARE FATHER AND DAUGHTER!!

-jxlia