• Daddy's little BAD girl •

Chapter 4

- Draya

"And Your Father?" Donny inquired.

"He's..." I took a sigh. "He's not exactly in my life anymore.."

"Why so?"

"Well... He left mother mother a few years ago which turned me into that .. monster. I wanted revenge you know? it hurt me."

"Draya.."

"Yeah?"

"How come that hurt you so bad? Not to sound harsh and i know you were young believe me, I know but..." He looked down.

I tilted my head over and looked at him.

"Whats wrong.." I whispered.

"Why'd it upset you?"

"Me and my dad were close, like hip to hip. I spent all my life in Tennessee basically. I mean thats where the home was. He'd take me horse back riding, paintball fighting." i giggled. "And every sunday he took me too the -"

"The Candy shop on the corner of main to get chocolate covered cherries." We both said in sync

I quickly shot my head up and looked at him, tear felt.

"You.. know about that?" I said in faint.

"Draya... You really and truly, can look at me. and tell me you have no idea who i am?"

I stared at him with thought. when it all came back to me. thought after thought, memory of memory.

It seeped down into me and hit me.

I clasped Ito his arms and cried and he held me close and rocked me.

"I thought I lost you." I cried.

"I've always been here." he said quietly.

I'm sure your eating to understand, and I'm here too tell you.

Let's take it back some years, I was eight years old.

I sat at the table and ate my eggs my dad had made me.

As I ate, the house nanny was putting my hair in a French braid.

My father fixed his suit and smiled at me.

"Sweetie we are getting guest."

"Who daddy?"

"You remember Mr. Burton?"

"Yes he really nice.."

"Well, him and his son and wife are moving to our guest house for awhile! Someone you can play with." My mom said.

I smiled.

"Yay!" I grew cheerful.

I was a homeschooled child, so I didn't have many friends so having someone new come was always fun to me.

I finished eating and ran outside to the ocean that was behind the forest of our house.

I played with the ducks and drew in the sand.

After awhile my mom called me from home.

I heard her tell and I hurried home.

When I got there, I seen Mr.Burton and his wife... then.

A boy, he was about my height but an inch taller, he had nice skin, but he wasn't as medium skinned as me. he was lighter, soft brown hair and a nice smile.

I grew shy.

"Draya this is Donny Burton, he'll be homeschooling with you, you too will spend a lot of time together." my dad said.