Sofia
i get to go to my grandparents place for a week, and daddy is coming as well!
when I woke up I forgot I had snuck into dad's room during my sleepwalking phase, so here I am, laying at the foot of the bed with my feet facing towards the head of the bed.
i have to say, it was comfy, i am here for it.
"great you're up. have you seen my navy blue boxer?" i hear dad's voicing chiming in, as he rummages through his wardrobe and chest dresser.
"Eh? no, I don't know where, but don't you own like multiple boxers?" i ask in a matter-fact tone, "i know, but they're just my favourite" dad goes on saying, which i peek down at my legs, and realised I was wearing them.
"yeahh, sorry dad. i don't know where they are" I say solemnly, which he sighs before settling on another boxer of his.
while he was distracted, I managed to make my way out of his room, and down my hallway and into my room.
phew, it almost like I could have been caught, who would've thought that dad has a favourite.
getting changed and ready for the day was easy, next I have to pack a week of clothes.
i flung my suitcase onto my bed, and went through my wardrobe pulling every possible clothes I would want to wear, before settling on 7 outfits.
oh, and if you must know, I did change out of my dad's boxer, I'll have to give it back to dad, and have it appear back in his possession magically!!
i zipped up my suitcase, and realised I needed to pack hygienes as well, I had checked my phone to see my period tracker.
I grimaced as i looked at the predictable period day.
today. it was gonna happen today, at some point, i know that period trackers aren't like accurate all the time, but it gives you the gist of one.
i was quick to check my supply cabinet, and I saw one.. just a singular pad.
well that's a problem, i never been faced with such a dilemma. We were leaving to their place in less than 30 minutes.
after a long moment of contemplation, i resigned and decided to pester dad about it.
"dad. dad. dad." i say repeatedly, even though he heard me the first time as he was busy finalizing some paper, "daughter. daughter. daughter" dad mimics me, which I pretend to feel offended.
"so like, i ran out of period supplies." I just cut to the chase, "now that's a problem" my dad says assessing the information I just shared with him.
"um. yes, it is a problem. because according to my tracker, it's going to happen today." i brought up as dad was still thinking!!
we probably would be by the store by now, if dad isn't such a long thinker.
it's not that he takes his time to think, he does that to annoy me.
"we mustn't waste time now." dad retorts in such a upperclassmen accent,
"okay Rumpelstiltskin" which earns a laugh from dad.
we decided on picking up the supplies on our way there, so after we drove for 30 minutes, we made a pitstop at a surprisingly nice gas station.
"Dad, what did you buy me?" i ask, which he showed me the way and I read the label as 'kotex'
"hey! dad doesn't that sound like durex?" i say sheepishly, "mhm, if you say so" dad responds, trying to get off the topic of condoms.
"this, and this, oh and this" i tell him as we make our way to the cashier.
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Daughter of Tyrant ✔️
Ficción Generala little girl who didn't know the difference between good and bad is swept into the world of chaos. Sofia Lawson, the little girl who lived with her prostitute mother, a mother who didn't love her. Diego Lawson, a multi-billionaire CEO, tyrant...