In Daddy's Arms

In Daddy's Arms - Chapter 4

Photo of Mr. Warner (Brooklyn and Kent's dad)

Chapter 4

The rest of the drive was long as I sat there , music silently playing in the distance. After some time we pulled up to a nice looking hotel. It was tall and elegant, and quite obviously expensive. 'Only the best for daddy and me' I though as we walked up to the front desk, dad trying to moving closer to me without it looking to obvious for a father and daughter.

There was only small family in front of us, quite possibly on family vacation. I looked over at them with envy seeing the little girl in her daddy's arms as he tickled her, while the mother stood knelt down talking to another girl. They looked so happy together and that is what I missed about it the most. I missed the fact that the mother was obviously telling the girl she did something bad but you could plainly see the love in her eye's towards her. Or the way the father was playing with his daughter yet not in a way her father played with her... but in the proper way.

I hadn't realized that I had been staring at them until I felt dad's breath at my neck.

"Hard to see something like that, isn't it?" he said with sadness in his eyes. I nodded hanging my head as to calm myself.

"You know just because we lost your mother and are moving on, doesn't mean we can't still feel sad about it. We may have appeared to move on from the tragedy but that doesn't necessarily mean that we actually did... on the inside. I know there's many nights that I wake up wanting to feel your mother sleeping beside me in the bed but then I realize that that couldn't happen. I just thank god that she blessed me with a daughter like you before she left. That's one positive from the whole situation." By the end of his speal I could literally see the emotion pooling out of his eyes. He extremely missed mom, just as much as Kent and I did, possibly more. But that doesn't make up for what he did and is doing, he obviously needs help, because his way of getting over mom was wrong. Just the thought of her made me want to cry, I missed her so much and I wanted to see her, to hold her, to be with her even if it were only a short while. I just wanted to be able to see her face again and hear her voice, because I came to see that those images I had of her in my head were slowly disappearing.

I hadn't realized dad was waiting for a reply from me until he said 'don't you feel the same?' So I simply nodded my head in agreement as we approached the front desk to be greeted by a cute guy in his early twenties. He had a smile on his face as he looked at both me and my dad.

"Hello, welcome to the Von Leur hotel, what can I get you today?" he said smiling at my dad then turned to look at me when his smile grew more genuine. I've always know that I have been a pretty girl, and I know that sounds conceited and all but I'm just going off of what people told me. They all said I looked like my mother and she was stunningly beautiful. Or if it was coming from a guy they though I looked hot, no matter what I wore. I also looked quite older then my age getting more men's attention then I wanted. So when I looked at the clerk, smile on my face, I wasn't surprised to see he started flirting back at me, or just simply looking my way.

"I booked a room for my daughter and I for the weekend. It's under Joseph Warner." Dad said now eyeing the clerk after he noticed the way he was looking at me. It took a couple minutes of silence before the clerk turned back to us with two card keys in his hand he handed one to my dad and the other to me, letting his hand catch mine longer than necessary.

"Here you go, Mr. and Ms. Warner. Your rooms are on the 9th floor number 914. Enjoy your stay, and if you have any questions don't be bothered to stop by and ask. Or you could just dial 3 on your phone in the suite and it will reach the front desk." He kept smiling at me so I smiled back, feeling gitty to be getting hit on by a hot guy. Dad let out a frustrated sigh beside me as he snatched my hand in his and turned away walking quickly towards the elevator. I turned back around and smiled at the clerk as he did the same before focusing the rest of my attention back on my dad.

I could tell that he was angry but I didn't understand why he had to literally rip my arm out of it's socket to give me the message. I silently trailed behind him knowing it would be smart not to say anything. The elevator came and we stepped in leaving just he two of us for the ride up. It remained silent for the whole ride and continued until we got securely in out suit. He harshly yanked my arm leading me into the suite before slamming the door loudly behind him.

"What the fuck was that little stunt you just pulled?" he said angry making his way towards me.

"What stunt?"

"What stunt? You honestly have to ask me that? The little way you were throwing yourself all over that clerk at the front desk. You acted like a complete slut in front of not only him but everyone around us." He grabbed my upper arms and pulled me towards him so I was looking up at him growling at me.

"I didn't th-throw myself on him-m" I said fear starting to show on my face.

"Don't lie to me girl, I saw the way you were looking at him, and the way he looked at you."

"What does it m-matter if I look at him daddy? I was only smiling to be polite." I tried to cover my ass, hoping he would drop the subject and we could just get by this stupid weekend without anything wrong happening.

"WHAT DOES IT MATTER? HONESTLY BROOKLYN? ARE YOU STUPID, HE WANTED YOU AND YOU WERE COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS ABOUT IT. I CAN'T HAVE HIM HITTING ON SOMETHING THAT IS MINE!"

He quickly led her to the bedroom with a large king size bed, throwing me on it. I bounced under the pressure of his toss and quickly recovered trying to plead with him.

"Please daddy don't do this. I love you and only you, you don't have to prove me anything."

"Oh I think I do, you seem to have no respect for what I did and what give you. But tonight you will realize who you belong to. Won't you?"

Tear started to roll down my cheeks and dad made his way towards me pushing my down so I was underneath him. I tried to hit and kick him, but he simply put more pressure on my before starting to kiss me down my neck. I yelled but he quickly covered my mouth with his hand

"Don't you dare do that again, or you will clearly regret it." He hissed looking at me and removing him hand from my mouth after a minute. I stayed silent knowing I couldn't do anything. I just broke down crying, realizing that no matter how hard I tried I would always be here for my dad to do with me as he pleased. I realized then that I had given up and had been doing it for years out of fear for my life or Kent's. But I didn't want to do that anymore. I wanted to stick up for myself, not just be walked on over like I was a door mat. With one final breath I put all my strength into throwing him off of me as I screamed and raced away from him.

I heard him land on the floor with a loud thud and took that as my free pass to run. I jumped off the bed running to the front door before throwing it open. I was just about to take a step out when I felt his hands tighten on my upper arm. He pulled me back inside an closed the door locking it before turning back to me fuming.

"That was a really bad idea now Brooky. You know how I don't like disobedience." I started to walk backwards as he approached me. But before I would say anything else to his comment and stand up for myself, I felt a hand hit me on the head and I immediately fell to the ground as black dots started to cover my vision. The last thing I remember seeing was dad crouching down beside me whispering 'You may have been a bad girl Brooky, but daddy will make everything go away. He promises.'