Daddy Andy

Today was Father Daughter day where he and I would either order in or look up a recipe and cook with each other, pick out a couple of movies, lounge together then play a game before the day ended. I didnt know how to take the mysterious entry that showed up in my diary which in turn made me anxiously aware that someone was keeping tabs on my secrets.

I sat there pondering, reading it over and over almost in a Deja vu reverie. I knew about this dream already. I swear I did. It wasnt in this current Diary though. It was a couple before it. I had them all strategically hidden, or so I thought to where no one would know their whereabouts. I didnt get much sleep that night as I fished out each and every one of them. Five to be exact searching for my entry. I awoke with the books underneath me, open and looking as if a tornado went through them. I had a kink in my neck and I was still sore from my training the night previous. I must have fell asleep as I found it, because it was opened to that entry. I was starting to become paranoid. I looked at my door. My window. My closet. Just to make sure no one was around. It was still intact. Nothing was changed. No pages were removed. I was dumbfounded.

Noticing the clock I was up at 6:38 am. I reluctantly put each one back but in different spots. As I was one the last one I noticed a book I hadnt before. Pausing before I grabbed it, biting my lip I brought it to my hands. The cover was red and it looked as if it once had something etched into the booking. Running my fingers over it I couldnt place the title. I went to open when a knock startled me and I hid the book behind me. My door opened tortuously slow to reveal my mother. Looking to the ceiling in relief I stood there as she finally took notice to my standing to the left. "Oh. You're already awake?" My mother questioned. I was never up before my alarm. I just kind of nodded and ran a hand through my hair. "I wanted to see if you would like to spend the day with me before I head off for my tour. Which I hope you can forgive me and understand.' she was babbling on and on about how sorry she was. Even came up to me and was holding my hand. I tuned out. Then I exhaled, stopping her rant, "I have school today mom," chuckling as if she forgot. "Dont you know what playing hookie is?" A smirk covered her face and my eyes went wide. "Ohooo, Mom you're bad." Laughing together she took that as me saying yes. Before she left my room she turned back to me head leaning on her hand that was bracing the edge of the door, "Are you okay, you look tired." worry etching her face. I just blew my hair out of my face, "Thats a nice way of telling me I look like crap. But Im just tired from last night mom, the workouts are getting more...intense." Running a finger over my lip remembering Vyktor had kissed me. "Okay hun, just wanted to make sure. See you downstairs. We have to make it look like you're going to school for your father." winking at me as she left.

I placed the book in my purse and went to the bathroom to do my normal routine. I was mid way done on my second leg of shaving when the door opened. "Uh.." I didnt know who it was or if they werent paying attention that I was in there. "Sorry baby, daddy's running late and I have to brush my teeth real quick." Everything stopped. "O..ok" I stuttered. I didnt know if I should wait to continue til he was gone or just finish. With a mouth full of toothpaste he decided to talk again. "So, mom said she was driving you to school today. Did you need me to pick you up?" Truth was I didnt know what lie to come up with. "You dont have to." Yes, simple answer. "Well you let me know before it's too late ok." I mumbled an 'mhmm'. Heard the door open and close and I didnt notice I was holding my breath.

The day with mom wasnt that bad. We went shopping. She let me drive a couple of times. We saw a movie. Which she didnt like because I wanted to see a horror movie. We got a spa day, nails, hair, facials, wraps. Needless to say, I wasnt tired anymore. It was nearly five when we pulled up to the house and I completely forgot to message dad saying I didnt need a ride. Hopefully, he was still in the studio.

Walking through the door mom and I were laughing carrying our twenty bags if not more when I stopped dead in the hallway looking at a very unpleasant anger father. My mom just continued as if nothing was wrong. He just cocked his eyebrow at her as she reached up to kiss his cheek all the while still looking at me. I just started ascending the stairs, quietly. He followed my steps til I was out of sight. I got into my room and just as I was about to close my door his hand stopped it.

I didnt know if he was pissed or worried.I decided to be bold and just walk over to my bed and start unpacking my bags. I pulled out a couple of skirts; that no doubt he would not approve of, one corset dress, more skinny jeans, leggings, underwear; that he wouldnt think to see his sixteen year old daughter wear. I even had a new pair of heeled boots. Mom and I's one big thing in common. I was wearing a pair of daisy duke shorts if you will and a cut off shirt tanktop number as I slid my shoes off to take a view of the heeled boots in my full length mirror. I half turned to face him, "Do they look good on me daddy?" I only had one on as he brought me the other slid it up my leg, grazed my skin in doing so. I closed my eyes. I opened them when he stood behind me one hand on my hip the other on my thigh. I heard him breathe in deep. His eyes focused on something that seemed past the mirror reflection. "You're nearly as tall as me now. Growing up into a gorgeous woman. It's such a sight to see you in front of me." I blushed smiling as I looked away. I went to go speak but he apparently had more to say. "So we still on for tonight?" I'm sure I heard hope in his voice. I turned in his arms, laid my head to his heart and whispered, "Always."

Mom would go out to Grandma's while daddy and I bonded. I heard her shut the front door as I descended down the stairs in a pair of short pajama shorts and a babydoll tee. I went to the kitchen to find daddy already looking up possible recipes. "What we want to..' he stopped as I reached the counter for a cup. 'try and make tonight." He finished quickly as if to just get it out. I was on my tiptoes reaching for my favorite cup that always managed to be out of my reach. I went to jump on the counter when his body was pressed to my back, leaning into me as he effortlessly grabbed my cup for me. He placed it in front of me at the same time I moved all my butt length hair to one side. His breath hit my neck. I couldnt help but remember my diary. The book?! I needed to figure out a way to mention it to see if it is in fact my father or someone else. But who else could it be?

"You going to answer me baby?" It made me melt everytime he called me that. Mom was Love, I was Baby. I was way too relaxed in this situation. "I want whatever you want." I whimpered. I have no clue where that came from. Or why I said it. I said it as if I was trying to seduce him. His hands ran down my arms and rested on my waist. "You cant have what I want. I cant have what I want" saying it as if it was something we couldnt make. Or order. Or find. Then an idea hit me. I can get the answers I need right now. I smirked looking up through my lashes at him. "What is it that you want daddy? I'm sure us two can make it happen." He was gritting his teeth, holding something in. In a flash I was placed on the counter with him inbetween my legs. His hands on my thighs. Up and down like a nervous tick. "It shouldnt be available." His eyes met mine. Pouting my lips I was going for looking like I was thinking of things to cook. I wasnt thinking about cooking. I wasnt hungry for food.

"What do I have to do to make my daddy happy?" wrapping my arms around his neck. I was getting bolder. "Do I have to tell him 'I'm a big girl, we can try it? Or tell him 'I'm waiting on his decision?" Cocking my head to the side. His mouth went a gape. I could see the frustration in his eyes. He was fighting something. His hands stopped moving. He probably didnt expect that. Or this. I leaned in. Brushing my lips against his. Testing the waters. Against his lips "Hurry daddy, the...'I didnt get to finish. He slammed his lips to mine. His hand went to the base of my neck holding me there. I was in complete shock. It was my father. He read my diary. He wrote in my diary. He KNEW! How long did he know? How long did he feel this way? Did it start when he started reading? Or did it come natural like it did to me?

We both pulled away. He looked pained and I looked bewildered. My legs closed instantly. Tears brimmed my eyes as my fingers touch my lips. I didnt know if I had to say I was sorry or jump for joy. I looked at his eyes and they were angry. "That will never happen again. I shouldnt have. You shouldnt have provoked me. I'm your Father for damn sake!" He started pacing. I was trying to hide the pain of this reality. I knew it was all just written words. It wasnt real. I jumped off the counter and silently made my way to the doorway until he grabbed my arm and forced me to look at him. "This never happened. Got it?" Tears fell down my cheeks. He seemed to finally take notice of my reaction. "Baby,..' he started and I just sneered at him. "If it wasnt what you wanted then why did you give me a glimpse?! Why did you bother reading my secrets?!" I wanted to know how long and everything but I just couldnt form words anymore.

It took a moment but he finally replied. "Baby, what secrets?" I couldnt believe him. I stormed up the stairs him following shortly after. I was grabbing every diary and I threw them at him. "How long have you been reading them? How long have you known? How long have you been fighting the same urge as me?!" He looked completely lost for words. Then I pieced it together. He never read them. If he didnt read them then who wrote in my diary?

Notes

I made sure it would be long enough to sustain you guys for the weekend. :) Hope you enjoy and be writing on Monday.