Daddy's Girl

Chapter 8 1/2

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Sorry you guys!! The last chap was sooooooooo short I'm making a chapter eight and a half!

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"Who was that?!"

It was the eightieth time I had asked, but my mom kept on dodging my questions. We were sitting down for a cold TV dinner, and there was no way she could find a way to avoid the question.

"Pass the salt please."

"Not until you tell me who Mrs. Warnen was."

She sighed. "Can't we talk about this some other time?"

"No."

She looked at me, really looked at me. "You are just like how your father was. He was always so stubborn, and he always got what he wanted."

I hated how she was using the word 'was' over and over, like he was already gone.

I stared right back at her. "I know. And I'm not leaving until I get answers. And neither are you." I sounded so much like my mother.

My mother ignored me like she hadn't heard me.

"She was just a friend of mine."

"Was?"

There was no answer.

"That's it? She was just a friend?" I knew there was more to it than that.

"Yes just a friend."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Look can't we just finish this dinner in peace? I promise I'll answer all of your questions later."

"Pinky swear?"

"I'm a grown woman, not a little girl."

I stared her down.

"Ok. I give up." She threw her hands in surrender. "My pinky promises."

I stuck out my pinky, and she looked at it, before shaking it hesitantly.

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We were washing the dishes when I asked her again.

She stared out the window out to our backyard.

"Mrs. Warnen Used to be a good friend of mine. After college, we started breaking apart."

"That's it?"

"She's Tony's nanny."

"Who's Tony?" I asked.

"His father was my ex-fiancé. But then he got Tonys mother pregnant. A few months after Tony was born, he left them. He never came back." She ended this in a flourish, like an overdramatic plot of a soap opera. "That lying cheater."

"That's it." I said it flatly, but I asked it in a question. I knew there was more.

She let out an exasperated sigh, and set down the dish she was holding, and turned off the faucet.

"Tony and his mother," she hesitated.

"What?" I urged her on.

"Tony and his mother, they were the ones your dad hit in the crash."

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I know this is really short, but it's only half a chapter. K?

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