Daddy // h.s

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Ava's POV

After walking into our basic two-story suburban home I kick off my boots and immediately go to the fridge. I graze the containers inside before choosing some left over Chinese food. My moms purse, keys and files from her accounting office are sprawled across the table when I sit down to eat.

"Oh honey!" My moms high-pitched voice calls for me right before her small figure steps into the kitchen.

"Oh how lovely it is mother." I mock her tone. She forces a smile and fixes her purple dress shirt.

My mom is dated, old- styled if you will. She does have to be a bit more formal for work, but those slacks and shirts make her look older than what she is.

"So you saw your dad today, what did he say? Did he say anything about me?" She takes a seat across from me at the table.

"Yeah, just the usual back-stabbing bitch." I smile at her, shoving sweet and sour chicken in my mouth.

"He could at least thank me for taking care of you all by my self." She frowns.

"You were the one that turned him in mom." I laugh. "And sorry it's such a big f.ucking inconvenience that you have to take care of your only daughter that turns 18 soon." I spit. She is so selfish, she wouldn't be by herself if she hadn't turn my dad in. He's innocent, the evidence doesn't even point to him.

"Honey, Ava, Sweetheart you know I didn't me-"

"Of course you didn't mean to, just like you didn't mean to tell the detectives all of that bull s.hit." I angrily toss my dishes into the sink.

"Ava, please." She sighs and takes a step forward.

"No!" I cut her off. "First you get dad locked up for something he didn't do, and now you don't want to take care of me its to big of a hassle, I-"

"Now you listen to me! I am your God d.amn mother and you will speak to me with respect! I did the right thing, as should you." Her sudden outburst makes me flinch, I still stand my ground.

"You know what mom, I will go do the right think." I roll my eyes at her before walking to the front door. I shove my boots on my feet and reach for the handle.

"Where are you going?" My moms voice is softer now.

"Out."

"Be home at a decent time you have school."

"Yeah mom."

"Be safe."

"I always am." I slam the door behind me, anger still pulsing through my veins. I rush into my car and turn it on, I don't waste anytime pulling out of my drive way.

This is so stupid, she doesn't even care. When she act like she does it's terrible acting. Why did she even turn dad in the first place? I mean yeah, their marriage wasn't the best but what marriage is. She couldn't have been in a different relationship, my dad DEFINITELY would have known.

Before I know it I'm in the parking lot of my uncles gun shop. He's technically not my uncle, not blood related. He's more of my dads brother, if he had a brother. This is basically where my dad gets all of his stuff.

As I walk in I'm greeted by a large cloud of dust, hell this whole place is dusty. The show cases are filled with hand-guns, towards the end are the bullets. The walls are filled top to bottom with assault riffles.

"Uncle Emit!" I walk behind the counter and sign my name in for shooting. (A/n I've never been the a shooting range so idk how you do this but bear with me.)

"Hey we are closed!" The familiar voice of my uncle echoes from the back room.

"This dump always looks closed!" I laugh. My eyes scan over the small hand guns, he better hurry up.

"Hey! My favorite niece, how are you?" The volume of his voice increases as he walks through the door way.

His appearance is almost completely opposite of my fathers. Uncle Emit was well put together, short light-brown hair, large brown eyes, small hands. Dark blue skinny jeans with an old t-shirt with some profanity printed on it.

"I'm your only niece." I laugh and engulf him in a hug. Even with his small figure he still towers over me.

"That's why you're my favorite." His large laugh fills the shop. "So what do you need hon? Money? Drugs? Alcohol?"

"No I don't need that, but when I do I'll come for you, yeah? All I need is some shooting time and ammunition."

"Anything for my favorite." He opens the glass case with his keys.

Finally.

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Later that night.

As I pull into my driveway the house seems dark, to dark. I put the car in park and shut it off. I pull my small handgun out of the glove compartment and my purse. I turn the lock on my front door slowly, trying not to make any noise. I begin a nervous sweat throughout my body causing me to over heat. The floor creaks as I open the door, not even a lamp down stairs is on. I kick my boots off and tip toe upstairs, the stairs are covered in carpet, so they don't squeak as loud. I put the strap of my purse around the banister, so I can have both of my hands on the gun.

With one hand around the handle, finger on the trigger, and the other supporting that hand I keep my gun down. I shuffle to my door, it's shut forcing me to take a hand off my gun to open it. After scanning my whole room it's time for my moms room.

Her door is cracked slightly, a small amount of light streaming through. My eyes peak past the wood to see my mom sound a sleep on her kind sized bed. A huge sigh of relief escapes my lips, and my body temperature drops back to normal. I walk back into my room and change out of my clothes into a big sweatshirt and some underwear. I place my gun in my nightstand next to my bed and finally get into bed. I roll around my soft sheets, my whole body relaxing. Suddenly I realize that I have school in the morning, I groan quietly into my pillow before I fall into a deep sleep.

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