Daddy's Princess

I heard footsteps approaching while tucking the corners of the bedsheet under the mattress.

"Oh darling, I so feel like showering love over you" he exclaimed.

An exclamation coming tied with warnings.

The man who never ever touched our bed being so holy, stepped on it with pace and before I knew was standing a few inches away, right at the same corner of the bed, settling his arms around me. His thin yet forceful arms. Before I could absorb what just happened in a split second. My arms couldn't wrap around him, a part of me refused to, out of nowhere.

How could it not, when in my sixteen years of living I have never hugged this person?

While I was processing it all I felt him being pressed against me, my teenage body.

"Leave me! " I shouted fighting him with all my strength.

The will of him, refused to listen to my screams. Neither did he. "I'm just loving you, darling." He said in a bitter-sweet-evil tone.

I put together my palms on his torso and for twice and pushed even harder.

"Leave my room! " I screamed again, this time at the top of my lungs. Where nobody could listen, the house consisted just the two of us that while and nobody. Nobody, my safe.

Wrinkles crept up his forehead, like he was just enlightened with what he'd been doing. He shrugged, and was nowhere to be seen around the four walls I was in.