You dreaded this moment everyday. Counting down the hours every time you looked at the little watch on your wrist, a bad reminder of the fact that he would be leaving you once again, that he wouldn't be next to you when you woke up in bed for a drink in the middle of the night or needed go to the toilet, the dark shadows of the apartment seemingly growing much bigger and scarier when he wasn't there, lurking around every corner.
You had started begging him months ago to close the bedroom door behind him when he left and to check every closet to make sure there weren't any scary monsters lurking there like your little head told you there might be.
"I've checked every corner of this room" He told you firmly as you stood by the door, peeking inside of the bedroom suspiciously like he didn't check it properly. "I want you in bed, alright? I'm leaving soon. I know you don't like it if daddy doesn't see you before you go to sleep"
"Not sleep" You breathed out, looking up at him with little eyes. "Too scary"
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"Doll" An irritated sigh left his mouth as he took you into his arms. "There's nothing here, baby. I've checked. You wanted me to look in the closet, I did. There's nothing under the bed and there's nothing in the bathroom"
"Is" You insisted, like you had seen them. "Scary"
"No" He warned you with his eyes, placing you down onto the bed, taking away his hand slowly so that your little head had a soft landing onto the pillow.
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"There is nothing fucking scary. You're gonna put ya little cartoons on and forget about it, hm?"
Pressing the remote into your little hands, you took it, hesitant to look to the right because that corner was much darker than the left and you never knew what was going to be standing there.
"Daddy go?" You asked him quietly.
"Yeah, daddy's going sweetheart. You call me if you need me, but don't leave this bedroom unless you need that or the bathroom. I don't want you having a meltdown again and locking yourself in the hallway closet where I found you last night. You got that?"
Nodding your little head, you eyed the bookcase in the corner, wondering if it would buy you some time to put off him leaving just a little longer.
"Story?"
"No, Baby. I just don't have time tonight, huh? I thought you liked your nona doing that"
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"I told her I wanted daddy to do it" You answered him in a small voice, pulling at heartstrings he didn't have.
"Daddy doesn't do the voices" He tried to find any excuse possible to coax you into being a good girl for him, to go to sleep without so much drama from you. "You don't like that, remember?"
"That's otay" You insisted, a little expectant look in your eyes as you laid there in your little pyjamas, under the covers. "I not mind"
"For fucks sake" He muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes at your little innocence as he gave in to you, taking one of your little picture books from the side, getting onto the bed with you, his back resting against the headboard as you looked up at him so that he would lower the book so that you could see the pictures better, a grin forming on his lips. "You're a little brat, you know that? Daddy's sick to death of you slowing me down, little girl"
