Broken Hart

'Daddy's Girl'

April 5th 1985

Brie's Pov;

The fresh air of a familiar place sweeps through my hair. The car speeding down the road as if nothing could get in its way. In our way.

"Smile, sweetheart" Dad looks over flashing me a grin forcing out a light giggle from my lips. "You not happy to be back?"

I sit up straight, my face softening. My eyes pinch, "No of course I am dad. We've just been driving for nearly two days straight, all I can think about is my bed." I laugh through a smile at the thought of wrapping up in my covers.

He lets out a chuckle, reaching out to squeeze my thigh, "Well it's ready waiting for you, if you remembered to make it." His eyebrows jerk as he glances at me placing his hand back on the wheel.

I sit and stare at him blankly for what felt like a minute at the least.

"Brie?" he laughs, clicking his fingers against my face to grab my attention.

My head jolts as my eyes widen causing him to laugh once again. "Yeah sorry no I did make it... I'm pretty sure... Okay maybe not, but at least it's there!"

His head bobs as the smile grows on his face. "Your a funny one pumpkin. But yes you're right it's there. You can sleep for however long you like until Friday!"

My head turns to him as I watch his eyes pay no attention to anything but the road ahead. "Friday?" I frown. "That's like only.. two days away?"

"Yes sweetheart. Friday. We have dinner with your mother's friends remember. They live here now, want to catch up."

I roll my eyes slouching down in my seat as I look out the window, letting out a deep sigh. "If they didn't move here we could've seen them when we were in Cali!"

He chuckles, head nodding along knowing I'm right but also enjoying my bitchiness that accompanies my tiredness. "We can't do anything about that now honey. Music?"

I scoff sitting up, pushing off the childish act now I know the dinner's definitely happening. "Hm I guess so.."

He laughs my attitude off as he calms it with his radio.

His music taste was always an interest of mine. It was a mixture of everything yet his song choices were perfection. It perfectly sums up my dad as a person. You can get any side of him at any given moment and you'd have to be prepared, yet no matter what, he is always gonna be my perfect dad.

The one man i'll ever trust in this fucked up place we call Earth.

I've been fucked over my whole life by people I least expected any of that sort of bullshit from. My mum, my best friends and some not-so-sweet guys from my High School.

The one person I'm left with, with my full trust, is my dad. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Everyone either loves my dad or is scared shitless of him and I enjoy every second of both.

Before mum left he was an asshole. I would always be locked in my room whilst they argue day in day out since I was born. He didn't know I existed until I was two years old.

I always find it funny when I think about it:

He left my mum for a girl he thought was better for him at the time, bare in mind he would've only been about 19, my mum 16. But when she fucked him over he came crawling back and when he found out about me, he knew he had to stay.