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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"Please, just give me one more chance. Missy, I'm sorry—"
"Look, Luke... I'm not interested in taking a boy back that cheated on me and then telling me the reason was that you were drunk... I just can't."
Missy watched the blonde boy's bright blue puffy eyes tear up, and his once cute face twist up as if Missy was the one who shattered his heart. She was the one in pain, he cheated on her not the other way around.
Turning around on her heel and walking up to her stairs, she was done talking to him. The eighteen-year-old girl already blocked his number before he decided to come running back to her. As her back was turned, she could hear the boy's car door slam shut before the piercing sound of rubber burning into the street.
"Another one, huh?"
Missy looked up to her porch seeing her dad, Jefferson, taking a seat at the top of the stairs. In his hand is a sandwich bag full of walnuts, which were their favorite snack they always shared. Her father held the bag out, inviting Missy to take a seat with him.
"Yep, all the guys I date always end up cheating on me. I don't see why. They rarely have a valid reason."
"These young men will never have a valid reason, sweetpea." Her father laughed as she walked up the concrete stairs, and took a seat right next to her father.
Missy grabbed a handful of Walnuts and watched the neighbor kids run around.
"What do you think of the idea of caring about somebody, and I mean like actually caring about someone, other than me and Retta?" Jefferson suddenly asked her, without looking at her.
"Dad, don't tell me you're thinking about adopting another kid?" He shook his head and chuckled at her before chewing down the rest of the walnuts he popped in his mouth a few seconds ago.
"No, I mean truly caring or loving someone so much that you're willing to do anything to make sure they're safe and protected." He explained, causing Missy to roll her eyes. She already knew what he was saying all this because he witnessed her and Luke fighting. This was also not his first time seeing Missy dumping a trash guy who cheated on her.
For a moment there, she honestly assumed he was talking this way because it was another one of his mental training sessions she refused to take seriously. She was getting older, and she was getting into other things besides guns and fighting.
"Pops, I cared about Luke, he just didn't care or love me enough to not cheat," Missy tells him before chowing down another walnut in her hand. "Besides, why are we even talking about him? He's gone."
Jefferson's big laugh causes the joy in her heart to spring back to life, and the anger is pushed away. "You don't understand what I am saying, but when the time comes, you'll know what this all means."
