daddy issues

One Night

The next day goes normal. You do your walk to Andrew's house and chat. Your chats get longer each day, but never much deeper than your hobbies or worries about the future. He's never once asked about who you live with or your past. Nothing. Because he can read you like a book. He knows your type. The daddy issues become more obvious with each visit. But he's never said anything. Until now.

"Tell me about your parents," He asks, leaning back in his chair, looking at you intently.

"Um... uh" You stammer, "I um... my mom is great, she does everything um-"

"No" He cuts you off, leaning forward and looking into your eyes. "Your father. Tell me about him"

You freeze.

"Um... I... I can't" You admit, tears forming in your eyes.

"How come?" He asks gently, his hand reaching out and gently touching your knee.

"Um... he... he left... a long time ago and I don't like talking about it" You admit, sounding ashamed of your father and his actions.

"Sweetheart" He mutters, "I'm so sorry, that must be hard dealing with, hm? No boyfriend, no dad, no friends. It must be hard being alone so much."

His voice and words give you chills. You just want to break down and cry, but you hold it in for now.

"Um... it... it sucks but I'm okay... it gets better..." You say quietly, not really believing the words yourself.

"Yes, little one. It will" He says softly, his voice low and so hot.

The way he calls you "little one" makes your skin crawl in the best way possible. You blush a little and he takes notice.

"Hm... you like that? Little one? Come on... look at me and use your words, sweetheart" He says as he takes your chin in his hand and tilts your head up slightly. "Aw, my precious girl" He mutters as he sees your expression.

You can't help but get all giddy. You giggle as you look up at him and speak again.

"I do... I like it um... it's cute." You admit.

He seems pleased with your answer and he leans back again.

"Come then, little one. Come sit closer." He says, his voice becoming more commanding than before but still gentle.

Even if you said no or didn't want to continue, it's obvious by his voice that he wouldn't do anything to hurt you or make you stay.

But, of course, it's you. You can't resist him, especially not now. Not after he just told you what to do.

"Yes, Daddy" You say softly as you scoot over to him.

His cheeks go red at you calling him daddy and he bites back a laugh.

"Daddy? Hm... you really are one of those girls, huh? Poor thing. Poor, poor baby... do you miss your daddy, sweetheart? Is that why you called me it? You miss him, don't you." He says, sounding almost as if he's making fun of you.

"Um... I um..." You struggle to get words out because of how much you're hurting from what he said because it's all true. You miss something you never truly had and it's crushing to hear it out loud. You try not to cry but you can't control the tears falling down your cheeks.

He reaches his hand out and rubs the tears into your cheeks.

"Sweetheart... come here," He says as he leans back and opens his arms, "Come, hug daddy, princess"

You slowly start crying as you lie down in his arms and hold onto him tightly. He wraps his strong arms around you and holds you close as you cry.

"There there... poor little girl..." He mutters as he rubs your back gently.

Once you finally calm down, you rub your eyes and rest your head on his chest.

He smiles to himself and he looks down at you.

"How about you stay tonight, princess?"