i'm crazy for ya, batty

Pity party

Before I woke up-

My daddy walked in to see my mama making me a cake. My daddy looked at her confused " why you making a cake, Harley?"

" it's Dimples birthday today, puddin. Sweet 16" my mama said to daddy. He rolled his eyes.

" you mean you're making a cake for a mistake you made 16 years ago." Daddy said, this is why I think he's a dickhead. Never wanting to show his love. My mama started tearing up. "Harls, shh shh shh. Daddy's here. It's not your fault that you can sometimes be forgetful. Mostly that's on me for um... Altering your pretty little mind" that made my mama smile. Daddy kissed her on the forehead. " why don't you sit down in the other room and let daddy finish this, and after we can go have some fun, hm?" My mama nodded and went into the other room.

My daddy scoffed  " dumb blonde" daddy then started messing with my cake.

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I woke up happy for the first time in a while. It was my sweet sixteen! Daddy was gonna teach me how to hot wire a car and steal it! Hehehe! I got dressed in a purple dress and happily walked down the stairs. But I saw no one besides Johnny, my daddy's top henchmen, playing cards on the couch. No balloons, no cake, no nothin'.

" hey Dee. Just missed your parents, but um.. Your dad said that there was a present for you in the kitchen." Johnny said. I gasped. They did remember! I rushed the the kitchen and saw nothing except a messed up cake and a little jack in the box. I looked at the cake. It had a knife dead in the center of it with the words 'this is what you get for being born, whore' I sighed. Typical daddy dickhead. I went back into the 'living room' if you could call it that.

As soon as I plopped down on the couch I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. " ugh! Daddy dickhead ruins everything!" I yelled. " sure, run off with mom and have fun! Not like I'M IMPORTANT OR ANYTHING!" I screamed as tears rolled down my cheek.

" you're crying" Johnny said as I looked up.

" no duh, jackass!" I said as I punched him.

" hey, hey, hey... Look at me." He said as he turned my head to face him. " your father is a good man-"

" NO! My daddy is a dickhead!" At this Johnny slapped me. " what the hell was that for?"

" there are cameras everywhere." Johnny whispered to me. " we don't talk bad about your father here, you shouldn't either. Don't let his smile fool ya, he's killed millions in Gotham. I don't want you to be next." He said as he helped me up " you want me to make you a new cake?"

" you bake?" I asked him.

" you'd be surprised what I can do. Just don't tell your father, okay" I giggled as I followed him in the kitchen.

" gimme that cake will ya? I wanna write a message to my 'daddy dearest'" I said as I got a knife and made the tinniest cut on my hand and let my blood bleed on the cake. I then re-frosted it and wrote 'screw you, dickhead' on the cake and made a little kiss decoration on the cake as well. " there we go." I smiled as I laid the cake out on the coffee table.

An hour later we got the cake out of the oven and he cut me a piece saying that ' birthday girls don't have to lift a finger'  

We sat on the couch and ate the cake " thanks, Johnny."

" um...there's something um... I've been wanting to.. Do.. If you'll let me" he said to me. I nodded nervously. He leaned in and gave me my first kiss on the lips.

A few hours passed and I heard my daddy yelling up at me from downstairs . I woke up and looked around... "OH SHIT!" I said as I remembered what happened. Johnny and I... We...

"What is it, baby girl?" Johnny asked as he woke up and rubbed his eye. He heard my father as well. " oh shit! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Your father's gonna kill me!" He realized what had happened and put on his clothes.

Johnny exited the room and I followed. When we got downstairs whatever was on my daddy's mind had quickly disappeared. " why were you in my daughter's room, Johnny?"

" um... Trying to cheer her up on her birthday" Johnny said to my dad

"Johnny boy!  Tsk tsk tsk. Now, I know your lying to me because  one - you never lie to me and two because your pants are on backwards. Now, you know you can tell Mistah J anything, right?  We've known each other for a long time now. I would really hate to kill my number one henchmen because he looked at my daughter the wrong way. dimples, pumpkin, did he rape you?  Because if he did... Oooh... You can bet he's gonna die"  my daddy said as he stared at Johnny the whole time.

" he didn't, daddy" I said trying to make him believe me. " I um... I consented to it."

" Mmm. Let me explain what rape is to you, pumpkin. Because you are a lot like your mother in the learning department, I've found" my daddy said to me as he sat me down " now, Princess, rape is when someone does something that the other person doesn't want. Now, since you said that you consented to having sex with ol' Johnny boy here,that's not what it is. What it is- DON'T MOVE! - " my daddy ordered Johnny then turned back to me "is that he molested you, pumpkin. That's when an older man or woman forces themselves on a younger more vulnerable target. Anything under 18 is considered molestsation. So, now I'm gonna go and kill Johnny boy so that he'll never hurt you again. Okay, Princess?" I nodded as I started crying. I never knew what sex was. So I was oblivious to the whole rape and molestation thing. I saw my daddy pick up a gun.  In a split second Johnny was dead on the floor.

All because of me. I cried for days. His death was my fault. I'd never forget him. Or forgive him.