Daddy's Girl 1b/1
anonymous
June 18 2010, 04:48:56 UTC
Arthur smiled at her sadly and wondered where the sweet little girl he’d practically raised had vanished. He missed the girl who would throw her arms around him. Cuddle into his lap and tell him she loved him. She rarely even called him daddy anymore.
“I didn’t expect you home until ten,” Arthur said. “Did you fight with your boyfriend?”
“Didn’t expect me?” Amy asked as she folded her arms across her chest. “Does that mean you have company?” She pushed passed him and stalked down the hall to his room. She swung open the door looked inside and turned to face him.
Arthur’s response was to do no more than smile. He didn’t date, at least not anymore. The first woman Arthur tried to bring home, when Amy was ten, ended up scalded with a pot of hot tea.
“It means that I didn’t expect you home until later. Don’t take your anger out on me.”
Amy ran her fingers through her hair then turned to look at Arthur. “Why are boys so stupid, Daddy?”
Arthur looked at her warily. “Did he hurt you?”
“No,” Amy answered as she crossed her arms over her chest again, leaned against the wall and focused her gaze on the floor. “Not really.”
“Would you like to talk about it?” Arthur asked as he reached forward to tuck a wayward lock of hair behind her ear.
She jerked away and glared at him. “So what you’re going to try playing mom again?”
Arthur sighed. “I’m concerned. I thought you might like to talk about it.”
Amy bit her lip and walked back toward her room. She stopped in the doorway then turned back to look at Arthur. “He says I’m frigid.”
“Oh,” Arthur replied as he felt his face flush. “Then I trust you refused his advances.”
“God, Daddy!” Amy yelled. “Who talks like that? Why do you have to be so... so English?”
“Because I am,” Arthur said as he watched her sit on the end of her bed.
“No,” Amy said as she looked down at her hands and began picking her fingernails. “I had every intention of sleeping with him tonight.”
“I didn’t expect you home until ten,” Arthur said. “Did you fight with your boyfriend?”
“Didn’t expect me?” Amy asked as she folded her arms across her chest. “Does that mean you have company?” She pushed passed him and stalked down the hall to his room. She swung open the door looked inside and turned to face him.
Arthur’s response was to do no more than smile. He didn’t date, at least not anymore. The first woman Arthur tried to bring home, when Amy was ten, ended up scalded with a pot of hot tea.
“It means that I didn’t expect you home until later. Don’t take your anger out on me.”
Amy ran her fingers through her hair then turned to look at Arthur. “Why are boys so stupid, Daddy?”
Arthur looked at her warily. “Did he hurt you?”
“No,” Amy answered as she crossed her arms over her chest again, leaned against the wall and focused her gaze on the floor. “Not really.”
“Would you like to talk about it?” Arthur asked as he reached forward to tuck a wayward lock of hair behind her ear.
She jerked away and glared at him. “So what you’re going to try playing mom again?”
Arthur sighed. “I’m concerned. I thought you might like to talk about it.”
Amy bit her lip and walked back toward her room. She stopped in the doorway then turned back to look at Arthur. “He says I’m frigid.”
“Oh,” Arthur replied as he felt his face flush. “Then I trust you refused his advances.”
“God, Daddy!” Amy yelled. “Who talks like that? Why do you have to be so... so English?”
“Because I am,” Arthur said as he watched her sit on the end of her bed.
“No,” Amy said as she looked down at her hands and began picking her fingernails. “I had every intention of sleeping with him tonight.”
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