The Pastor's Daughter

Chapter 1

Acacia, pronounced ( Aca-sha )
Acacia, God gave you another day, and you should be thankful and wake up, before you miss the whole day, father quietly tells me through my closed bedroom door.
Ok father, I tell him and oblige his order.
You see it's only me and my father, my mother died when I was 10 from breast cancer,
I am broken out of my thoughts by hearing light knocking on my door.
Acacia, are you awake? My father questions still on the other side of the door.
Yes, father, I'm awake, I shout alittle at him.
I can hear him jolt, at my sudden change of voice volume.
I open my door, and walk past my father to the bathroom down the hall.
Acacia, we'll good morning, he says lightly, and then I feel a pang of guilt in my gut.
I turn on my heels, and rush towards my father, hugging him, I could feel him almost out of breath, so I back away from our pleasuring hug.
Good morning to you too father, i chuckle, when I see his cheeks a light shade of cherry red.
I really don't know why I call him father, ever since my mother died, I have called him that ever since.
I called him daddy when I was younger but is guess like everything else, that changed too.
I called my mother mom, all the time, I guess after my older sister Sierra left, I felt all alone. even though she is in college, I still feel alone, but she is there for a reason.
I rush back to the bathroom, and get dressed for day, I walk downstairs and smell the delightful scent of cinnamon.
Mari are you here? I question, just then once I step off the last stair, Mari's head appears around the corner.
Yeah, your father called me, she lightly laughs, reminding me of my father.
We'll since I hear your stomach growling, why don't you grab a cinnamon bun, she tells me. her voice so sweet and almost sounds like squeaks.
I oblige and grab a cinnamon bun, I sit down and take a bite.
I missed eating these, last time I had one was when I was only 7 and my mom made them because of my fathers promotion.
My father wasn't always a paster, he use to be a crackhead until he met my mother, he had only stopped alittle bit but was still hooked on the stuff.
When my mom told him she was expecting me, he immediately quit it and started school, he had graduated by the time I was 2 and once my mom had died at 10, he quit everything and turned his life over to God.
He had been doing it for already 6 years.
I was broken out of my thought by tapping on the counter, wha...wha..what? I stutter.
Oh, sorry you seemed so daised out, but anyways your father is leaving to a church meeting.
I snap my head to the front door and see my father waving to me, silently saying good-bye in the doorway.
I wave back giving him a sincere smile.
Sorry short chapter, anyways I am just trying to get you at least an idea of how this story is going to turn out,
We'll check out my last story, GOOD BOYS TURN BAD!
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