Daddy?

6;♡

Ahh yes the smell of sweat, weed, alcohol, and sex all to familiar to me these days. I went to this party by myself this time searching for someone I knew. Well to be honest I knew everyone here I was just searching for someone decent enough to talk to. After a while I was stuck in a sea of people in I think the kitchen, some teen boy started talking to me. But as he talks I get a closer look at him and he looks much older to be at a teenager party.

"So what's you name?" He said I had completely zoned out on what he was saying previously.

"Oh it's Olivia but you can just call me liv and uh sorry what was your name again?" I smiled at him.

"Harry.. and I was wondering if you wanted to ditch this place go to like A club or something?"

"Look I dont know if you've realised but I'm underage so how do you suppose I get it?"

"I have connections" he replied simply then quickly took my hand and we were off to a club that he was apparently going to get me in with no ID.

When we arrived all he did was walk in while holding my hand the guard's didn't even glance at him. Who is this guy? He took me to a VIP section and got us colourful drink each.

"Okay Harry who are you? Getting us into a club with out the guards even bothering?"

"Well you've probably guessed I'm not just a teen at random party"

"Ya think"

"Well I'm actually 27, and I was just there looking for my younger brother"

"Oh.. and the whole club thing?.. we didn't even have to wait in line?"

"Yeah... I kindaaa own this club" he chuckled while scratching his chin.

For the rest of the night were chatting away and having an all round good time. That is until I saw the last man on earth I'd want to see in the club. Michael fucking Clifford walked through the doors.

"SHIT!"I quickly ducked behind Harry.

"What?"

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" I repeated.

"Olivia what is it?"

"Well uh you see the guy with the leather jacket that just walked in?"

"Yeah he comes in here all the time what's your problem?"

Ignoring what Harry just said about Michael coming in here all the time I tried to think of a way to leave without him noticing me.

"Uhm he's kinda my mum's boyfriend."

"So? It's not like he your actual dad."

"Oh boy you wouldn't even know"

I watched Michael and he walked up to the bar ordering something then immediately started chatting with some young girl, she looked almost as old as me. Harry left for the bathroom and I keeped watching Michael not long after talking to the girl they were leaving the place hand in hand. I couldn't beileve this, how could he do this to my mum?!

I was so furious that all I wanted to do was scream so to stop that from happening I got wasted. So did Harry then we were both in the back of a taxi and I was ranting on about what I saw Michael doing. Still drunk of course.

"Who the fuck does he think he is?! Honestly, and to think I thought he was attractive. Well not anymore! This changes everything!"

My words were so slurred I bet I sounded like I was trying to speak another language. As I was ranting Harry grabbed me by the chin and started kissing me. It was very sloppy and lots of tounge, but he's probably better when he's not so drunk. And as soon it was over I continued ranting.

"And for him to think he has the nerve! The fucking nerve to touch me like he did! While doing all this shit!"

"What -burp- what do you mean he touched you?" Harry asked.

"Uhh"

"Um we've arrived your destination" the taki driver anounced awkwardly.

"Thanks Harry" I planted a sloppy kiss on his cheeck.

"Call me"

And then the car zoomed away. I looked up at the house and stumbled up the drive way and inside. I entered the kitchen and when I turned on the light Michael was sitting at the bench with a stern look on his face.

Here we go again was all I thought.

"Where have you been?"

"Out..who was that girl"

"Excuse me?" Michale then began to worry.

"The girl at that club the blonde one in a red dress?hm ? Who was she!?"

"Quiet down! Now end of disscison and go to bed" Michale whispered yelled trying to avoid the questions.

"What ever.. but you may never touch me again, not just because you've been touching some other random. But because your a disgusting pig"

Michael then grabbed my wrist and pulled me in between his legs.

"Oh baby.. I'll do whatever the hell I want" he hissed at me.

I narrowed my eye at him and said

"Get the fuck off me"

I then kneed him in the dick and ran upstairs then locked my bedroom door. This is becoming such a routine for me, push Michael off me and lock myself in my room until morning when Michael pretends absolutely nothing happened.