Daddy Material

"Haydn, its time to get up sweetheart." I hear through my sleep filled mind. The familiar voice was that of the man to whom I own my life, the one who saved me from the streets, though it wasn't a pleasant situation in which we met. "Come on princess." His soft yet deep voice said from the doorway. I nod, sitting up, "Coming Dad..." I mumble opening my eyes to see the blurry form of Andy, standing there in his usual skinny jeans and a Bengals shirt. His black hair had now grown to his shoulders and looked freshly washed. He was wearing a nice smelling body wash I could smell from the bed.
"Okay sweetie, because I don't want you missing your lesson for today." He smiles softly and leaves to let me shower and get dressed. I get up and pick out some random sweats and a thin hoodie to wear along with them. I make my way to the shower, glancing at my reflection in the mirror holding the clothes. Clothes that I would not have if it weren't for Andy meeting me, hell I probably wouldn't even be alive if it weren't for him...

I rooted through the trash cans on the curve, going by feel only as it was dark and I had no light on me. 'Fuck...these people are rich, why don't they have any good food thrown out?' I mumble to myself. I look up at the big house in front of me, a nice looking, black Dodge Charger sat in the driveway, the moonlight glinting off the nice shiny black paint. I bite my lip and look at the front door, I wondered if they had an alarm system...or cameras. I hesitate at first but slowly and cautiously walk up the driveway, my shoes making no sound. I tried the front door but of course it was locked; even in a nice neighborhood like this with gates and security, people still locked doors. I sighed. 'Damn..'
I look around, walking around the house before finding a window that was cracked. I cautiously put my fingers through the crack testing for a screen. Nothing. I grinned and bite my lip to keep from yelling for joy. 'My luck has finally improved.' I mumble and carefully lift up the window, grateful that it didn't make a sound as it was pushed up. I grip onto the sill and lift myself up, finding that even though it was a good half foot higher than me, I was able to lift myself with ease as I was so skinny. I pull myself through and land quietly on linoleum floor, I was in a kitchen. I grin even wider. I instantly go over to the fridge, reaching and opening it. The bright light blinded me for a second and then I could see everything that was in there. Left overs that made my mouth water, sweet delicious milk, even cheese slices. I reach for it but before I could, a heavy hand came down on the back of my neck, griping tightly so that as I struggled, I could go no where.
'Just what do you think you're doing?' A deep and gravelly voice asked softly. A light came on in the kitchen and a tall guy stood behind me, his eyes squinting some as he got used to the light. I could tell they were blue, even as his hair fell into his eyes. It was shaved on both sides and was like a very long Mohawk. He had a lip ring and a nose ring, and many tattoos. He was really scary. 'I-I was hungry, please don't hurt me..' I whimper softly looking up at him. His eyes softened as he looked me over, seeing how my black shirt hung off my thin body and my skinny jeans were baggy though they were a small.
He was quiet for a moment, before he finally spoke. 'Sit at the counter.' He let go of me and watched as I walked over to the island, climbing onto the chair. 'You got any allergies?' He asked as he rummaged through the fridge. I shake my head quickly, 'No sir.' I said. 'Call me Andy. What's your name?' He asked looking up at me. 'Haydn..' I whisper. Andy nods and continues to get stuff out, getting a glass and pouring some milk in it, handing it to me. I take it gratefully and drink it quickly. When done, he fills it up again. It was quiet for a moment before I spoke up. 'How did you know I was here? I was quiet coming in..' I glance around not seeing an alarm system or anything.
'I noticed someone had been rooting through my garbage for the past week, ripped open bags when they were tied up. So I stayed up some nights, I saw you but couldn't really see who you were to identify you in the day light. I left the window open after not throwing out any food and sat on the stairs waiting.' He said gently pulling the plate from the microwave that he had placed in earlier. 'I saved this for you. Be careful it's hot.' He said gently. I was so confused and wondered why he would even wait for someone he never met. I didn't ask any more questions as I was too busy scarfing down the food.
Andy watches me, his eyes never leaving my face. 'Why is someone so young not at home in bed at this hour?' He asked gently when I finally swallowed. 'My parents died when I was little, foster homes don't care, I just decided to live on my own..' I whisper softly. Andy watches me. 'On the streets? Rummaging through someones garbage, eating thrown out food?' I bite my lip. 'Not like anyone wants me now..' I continue to eat and drink the milk. 'Thank you for the meal, it was nice..' I whisper softly. 'Well there's gonna be more like it. You're gonna need some clean clothes to sleep in tonight..' He whispers. I look up, 'What?' He straightens up and pops his back. 'I've been watching you go through my trash for a week, eating whatever I didn't want anymore. That showed me that. yes I do try and help people, but someone who needs it was literally on my lawn looking for food. You're gonna stay here. I always make enough food for more than just me. It would be nice to see someone else benefit from it too.' He said and walks upstairs to get me clothes.

And that was the start of a new life for me. Andy moved me into my own room, gave me clothes, food and enrolled me into home school. There have been many girlfriends who tried to get rid of me,but within weeks of moving me in, he adopted me. I was a Biersack, I was his daughter. He became protective of me, and no one ever got in the way of that.

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