Five year old (Y/N) has already had a harder life than most adults.
It was a simple story where Daddy got mad at Mommy. And when Daddy gets mad, Mommy and (Y/N) get hurt. Its even worst when Daddy brings his friends over and they bring the gro...
I watch (Y/N) play with Chica in her worn out dress. She deserves better, not worn out raggedy dresses. Maybe we could go shopping. I mean, its not my thing, and hopefully it isn't (Y/N)'s either, but, we need to get her new clothes, I don't care whether she gets addicted or not.
"Hey, Ninja?" I asked while she drew.
"What Daddy?" She said still drawing.
"Do you wanna go get some new clothes?" I asked waiting for her reaction.
She shrugged her shoulders. I got up from the couch and lifted her up. She just smiled her little smile. We headed to the car an well, we were ready to go. I started heading towards the mall. Where else would I go? As soon as we got there (Y/N) said she didn't need new clothes. I guess she was scared of the building. I carried her in, but she didn't lift her head once as we walked through the many departments.
I saw one store that was filed with bright colors and girls the size of (Y/N). I guess we can go in here..
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Well they weren't what I would expect, but she liked them. So another store?
Sure enough there was another store but not many people were in there.
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This store was a little more my speed, I mean, I want (Y/N) to be happy and not look like a..slut. I mean I'm not one for little girls and dresses. Its just to stereotypical to me. I also picked up several random shirts and pants, with the help of (Y/N). We might have to come back to this store actually. It not that bad of a deal, and it doesn't want little girls to show off their skin. Hopefully she likes this store as much as I do.
Now this store..is,well not what I want (Y/N) to dress like everyday. But she wants to go so I guess we can give it a try. Hopefully she doesn't like anything.
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Not so bad...
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"No." I said, with a stern look.
(Y/N)...
"NO." He said with a mean look.
"WHY?" I whined.
"Because I said so."
"But I want it."
"Too bad."
Mark...
"Please Daddy?"
"Fine." I said grabbing it and inspecting the price tag.
"9.99" She said, with a smile. Curse that little smile.
"Well come on, we gotta get home, its late."
"Okay!" She said with a smaller smile.
We got out to the car and I now saw it was pitch black outside. I settled (Y/N) into the seat and started to drive. I guess all girls love to shop.
