My New Daddy

9: My Daddy

CHAPTER 9

My real father constantly came in and out of my life. I've cried numerous times from him telling me he was coming to get me and then never showing up. I didn't understand why he would keep doing it, but I never seemed to stop getting my hopes up. This time he did show.

I sat on the couch watching power puff girls when I heard a knock on the door. I've ran to the door twice today to answer the door and neither of those people were him so I decided to stay put and listen.

"Hey Jack. Brooklynn's in the-" I cut my mom off as I ran into the kitchen.

"Daddy!" I squealed as I flew at him. Barely coming past his waist I hugged his legs with all the strength I had. As if the harder I squeezed the less likely he would leave again.

"Hi Brooklynn. Jennifer," He started to talk about work and I tuned out. Only focusing on keeping my grip. Finally he said, "I suppose," his telltale sign of him wanting to leave.

My father grabbed my pink Barbie overnight bag and pried me off of his legs so we could leave. When we walked out I was disappointed to see my step-mom along with her kids Jordan and grace. Of course that also meant my little brother Jackson was with. He was only a few months old.

The red Jimmy only seated 5 people so naturally I needed to ride in the trunk as usual. I tried to get as comfortable as possible while laying down so no one could see me through the back window. That was easier said than done while laying down on a bike and a chainsaw along with a bunch of trash. The ride to my dad's house was about half an hour so to a young girl it seemed like forever being in that position.

I thought back to the first time I met Jill to distract myself.

Jack came to pick me up by himself as usual. His visits were rare then as well but they were always the same. My dad would pick me up and take me to the small trailer. He would attempt to make food, watch a movie with me, and many times go in his room while I played by myself. I only had a few toys but I managed. Then we would do it all over again until he could take me home.

When we pulled into the trailer park though we went right past his house to the nicer trailers. My dad got out of the car, grabbed my bag and told me to follow him. I was confused but did as I was told. We walked in without knocking and he sat down in an old blue rocking chair. I stood at the door unsure of what to do until I saw someone walk into the room. Running over to my father I jumped up on his lap.

"You must be Brooklynn!" the lady said. I just stared at her. She was really short with wavy red hair. "Do you want to go play with the kids?" I was so confused. I didn't know her or see any kids.

No sooner I made the thought a little boy my age ran out chasing a little girl who looked about two years old. They both had chocolate brown hair and dark eyes. "Grace! Gimme my truck back! " the little boy pouted.

Grace stuck her tongue out at him while crawling under a wooden coffee table. "No!"

"Kids!" the woman yelled. "Come meet your new step sister!"

Oh no. I thought. I knew what step anything meant. I have a step brother because of Frank but we never see him.

"Brooklynn, meet your step mother, Jill, and her kids, Grace and Jordan," my father said.

I was in shock. I had no clue my father was married. I didn't even know he knew these people until now.

"When my mommy got married I was her flower girl," I said. I was trying to understand why my father never told me.

"Jordan and Grace were in our wedding. You could've been too if you would've asked," Jill sounded annoyed.

We went over a huge bump and my right side landed on the bikes pedal. It dug right under my ribs breaking me from my memories. A moment later we pulled into the trailer park.

They lived in a double wide so the living room was pretty big. I went to the black leather sofa and sat down to stay out of the way.

"I'm going to my sister's house for awhile. I'll be back later," Jill said. She kissed my father on the cheek and left.

"Brooklynn, watch your brothers and sister. I'm going out. Behave," my father was grabbing his keys off the counter.

"But I'm to little to babysit! Mommy doesn't even let me stay home alone!" I cried out.

My father took a step toward me. "You have to grow up sooner or later! I was younger than you when I had to take care of myself!"

I crossed my arms. He always said stuff like this to me when I protested. Before I could say anything else he was out the door. I was eight years old watching a seven year old, a two year old, and a five month old baby.

"I want to watch barney!" Grace jumped around repeatedly saying.

"Fine I'll put it in if you sit down," I sighed. I didn't like barney, but at least it was better than Grace getting mad. She jumped up on the couch as I pulled a chair over to the movie shelves. I was way to short to reach the top shelf with all the movies.

Nearly falling I pulled the movie down and then dragged the chair to the television. Everything was put up high so Grace and Jackson couldn't mess with anything.

By the time my father came home Grace and Jordan were uncontrollable and Jackson wouldn't stop crying.

"Sit down!" my father yelled at everyone. We all immediately obeyed while Jack went into the kitchen. He came back with a bottle for the baby, but handed it to me. "Feed your brother! " He snapped.

I ran over to Jackson and sat in the recliner with him. Jill walked in right as we sat down. I sat there feeding Jackson while everyone else ate taco bell she brought home. When Jackson was asleep in my arms Jill took him off to bed. I was so excited to eat taco bell I ran over to the table. But when I sat down Jack handed me a plain Bologna sandwich. I didn't even like Bologna.

Bedtime was no better. I got the top bunk of bunkbeds and Jordan got the bottom. Jordan still wore diapers to bed and a lot of times during the day. So When I climbed up to my bed I was severely grossed out. There was used open diapers all over the bed. Immediately I climbed back down.

"Daddy Jordan's diapers are all over my bed!"

"So clean them off!" he said as if it was obvious what I should do.

"I'm not touching them! They're gross!" I complained.

Jill once again was annoyed at me. "Keep it down the baby's sleeping! I'll go clean them off for you if you shut up!"

I slouched and went over by my father. He looked up from the book he was reading. "What now?"

"I'm not sleeping up there!"

"You don't have a choice!"

"Make me! He shouldn't be in diapers anyways! I'll tell my mom on you!"

Jack looked extremely upset. His eyes flashed dangerously. "I'll make you a bed on the floor by Grace."

Jill walked out a moment later. "They're cleaned off! Now go to bed."

"I'm making her a bed in the kids room."

Jill gave up. to tired to fight. Grace and Jackson shared a room so there wasn't much room for me to sleep on the floor. I was up most of the night from Grace's snoring.

By the time morning came they were ready to get rid of me. We ate breakfast and headed out right away. Luckily there was a blanket in the back of the Jimmy. I spread it out as best as I could before I was yelled at to lay down. It made riding on all the garbage a little more bearable. Things never seemed to change on my visits with my father.