Beautiful Little Jay-Bird

Chapter 11- Fourteen

Jeff's P.O.V.

Jaycee walked in, her ample chest puffed out, her small eyes hiding behind a thick pair of glasses. I frowned when I noticed her dress.

"Nope, you're not going out in that." I growled. She crossed her arms, sucked in a deep breath, and made an angry expresson.

"Why not?" she asked, her eyes filled with frustration.

"Because it's sending out the wrong message." I answered quickly.

"Well," she started sarcastically, "What message is it sending out? I don't think there's a mail-slot on my dress."

"Yes, but there is a male-slot, right there." I said, pointing to her crotch. "And this dress is like the perfect invitation to enter in."

We stared at each other for a good long while, but after a few minutes, she realized she wasn't winning and sighed with defeat. The look of determination on her face was replaced with one of annoyance.

"Fine, I'll change." she sighed, walking off.

"Oh Iris, please give me the strength to raise her." I sighed, sharing mutual annoyance with Jaycee.

"If you were here, things would be so much different." I began to reminisce about her. Her beautiful long hair, the way she told me she loved me...

It turns out, sometimes the best memories hurt to think about most, because it just makes me want those day to return. I just wanted my wife back, was it that much to ask? Was this my punishment for killing?

When she walked back out, I felt my heart stop for a minute. The shirt, it was Iris's. I know it's hard to believe, but it was. It was the one she wore the day under the cherry tree.

Jaycee smiled at me. "Like it? My old teacher from kindergarten gave it to me." Her only friend was that teacher. She pulled her out of lunch every day and they went out.

My heart was beating faster and faster as I stared at her. "Looks great, Princess. Yeah, wear it."

I stood and walked over to her, examining the dress from every possible angle, trying to figure out if there was any sign it wasn't hers.

How did that fucking teacher get a hold of my dead wife's shirt? I mean, what the actually fuck? It felt unreal to see it again.

Jaycee kissed my cheek and made a small smile. I ruffled her hair and kissed her cheek. A tear escaped my eye as I struggled not to think about Iris.

"So where are you going?" I asked, my mind shifting to thoughts of why she wanted to wear that first dress, and who she could be wearing it for, exactly.

"The movies with Angel." I nodded slowly, having no reason to not believe my daughter's story.

"Will you be seeing any guys there? Because if you are, some fuckers are gonna be going to sleep." I asked, my voice elevating.

"No, Daddy. Just me and Angel." she sighed. I nodded, once more not having any reason to not believe her.

"However, who we meet along the way may vary." A small smirk spiralled across her lips as she knew she'd gotten my attention.

Right as she walked out, I grabbed her arm. "Whoa, whoa. Where the fuck do you think you're going?" I snapped. 

"I would be a pretty shitty dad if I just let you go on a note like that. I'll ask you again; are you meeting any guys there?" I asked aggressively.

Her face was overcome with annoyance. Clearly, I was getting on her nerves, but why should I care? I need to know this sort of thing,

"No, Daddy. No guys. Just me and Angel. Promise." she sighed, annoyed. I nodded, letting go of her arm.

"Alright, Princess. Have fun at your movie. Love ya." I kissed her cheek.

"Love you too, Daddy." With that, I watched her walk out. It was hard to believe my little baby was already fourteen.