𝘼 𝙏𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮
Missy "Candy" Davis. Trained by her adopted father before he was murder in an mysterious hit and run. Unable to cope with his death, she took up a job for ridding the world of evil people. From the grimy and dirty pol...
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Missy trips over her feet, falling to the muddy ground once again, becoming more frustrated with herself. She sits up and angrily wipes her tears away, getting more mud on her face. The twelve-year-old girl felt dumb that she can't get out of the ropes that were tied around her hand and her feet. She thought she would be able to get out with no problem since she just watched her dad do it using his surroundings. Missy knew this was him training her to protect herself, but it was just hard and she wasn't as skilled as he is.
The older man sighs and laughs a bit at his daughter, putting his fist on his hips. "You gave up?"
She flinches and looks behind her to see her dad standing over her with a wide smile before helping her up. Her pout never leaves her face as she nods her head slowly while Jefferson unties her. She felt embarrassed that her father got out faster than she, even though he's way older than she, but he had more experience and skills in this than she did.
"How did you do it, dad? I tried everything, I even tried untying them with my teeth." He laughs at her, making her whine while rubbing her wrist. "It's not funny dad!"
"Hey now... I'm sorry, okay? This old man barely got out the ropes, but it's going to take consistency and patience." He explained before walking back in the direction of the rental car he rented a week ago.
She knew he was lying for her sake, so she wouldn't feel too ashamed that she couldn't get out of them like he taught her multiple times this week.
"Besides, when you find yourself in true danger, you will find a way out, sweet pea." He opened the car door for her and helped her in the seat before walking to his side of the car and climbing.
"Really?" The innocent twelve year old questioned, smiling as her father pats her head after closing the door behind him.
"Yes, now let's head home. I'm sure Retta made her famous peach cobbler, so when we get home, wash up, sweet pea." Her father pulled the seatbelt over her, making sure she was safe before he started the car up.
Mama Retta always made dessert. Missy and her father's favorite was her peach cobbler, but the little girl knew her father loved it more than she did. She noticed how much the two talked and laughed with each other. It was a sight that Missy enjoyed seeing when she would play in the yard of Mama Retta's home.
"You must like Mama Retta?"
Jefferson's eyes widened at the statement before he bursted into a fit full of laughter. It was so loud and big that she felt her seat rumble. It was the first time she witnessed her father genuinely laugh without caring how hard or loud it was. It made her realize how much she liked seeing him happy. Even when he was training her, she loved how happy he looks when she does what he taught her on the first try. When he's happy, she's happy.
