Memory Loss (Kellic One Shot)

Memory Loss One Shot

Kellin's POV

This morning was tired, my kid was being a little ass. Her name is Copeland, but she would not stop whining about how she didn't want to go over to my dads today. She just wanted a daddy and baby day. I can't, I wish I could but I only have one complete trained opener and he's in New York for a few weeks of 
summer.

I tried explaining and then she just screamed and screamed. I was gunna pull out my hair. She's my baby girl and I know she's only five, but she's the reason you should not have sex until marriage. Would I take that night back and never have her?

No. Fuck no. This is just one of our bad days.

Her mom left her in a ditch for me to find on the way to school and I got her arrested, but the second she got out she ODed.

I finally got her stuff around and held her hand, walking down the street to my parents.

Once we were inside I set all of the stuff in the corner and grabbed my nickel board. "You gonna be good baby?" I asked. She nodded. I kissed her forehead. "I love you "

"I love you too daddy  "

I waved to my parents and headed off. I had to be down the block in five minutes. I should be good.

Eleven was when my other employee, Gabe, comes in. Once he's settled I go for a smoke and then we get off at two, him five. I open at eight though so.

Once he nodded for me to go I went out and leaned against the glass , lighting a cigarette in my mouth. Cope nor my parents know I smoke.

I tilted my head back and waited for my hot guy to run by. He was attractive as hot, And seemed so fit. Would I tap that?

Double tap.

I giggled to myself and checked the time. 11:20am

Fuck. I've got five more minutes and he didn't even show up. That's weird. He's ran everyday for two and a half months. I hope I didn't creep him and he chose a different route.

I put my head down with a frown and headed back into my shop.

Well shit.

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I picked up Cope right after work and then we walked to the grocery store. I am the one trip master so its all good. Like normal I held her hand and spoke with her of silly things.

"Daddy, um... Is father's day tomorrow isn't it?" She giggled. "Yup, I believe so. You don't have to do anything. I have the best gift already, you!" I picked her up and kissed her cheek.

"But I want to!"

"Fine but it can't be anything big." I settled and sat her back down. "How was work?" She asked and tugged my hand. "It was pretty much normal." I sighed. "Did you talk to your pretty boy yet?" She giggled. She loved to joke to me about this. I tell her everything, she's just such a good listener. And can I just say a five year old tells such good advice. 

"No, he uh, didn't come by today. "

"He didn't? You said he always did! You're not a liar dad!" She pouted.

"Baby, I never said he'd continue to come, I just said he had came everyday." I explained.  She nodded, "Oh." and then we kept walking home.

"It's late, can we sleep. I'm getting tired." She asked as we walked in. It was nearing eight, I stayed a little later to help Jake with the paperwork.

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I rolled over in my bed ended up holding Cope. She's got her own room but sometimes she has dreams and can't handle being by herself. I understand. I get nightmares, doctors say that's why she has them. We keep each other sane at night. I just have these nightmare of cars crashing and bottles flying, or just a black figure screaming at me.