Honest

twelve

I hurry home. If I can just get back before the meeting I won't have to head his bitching.

And Lord does he b***h.

I can hear him now. He'll start with fawning, crying and patting my head. Then, he'll move to yelling.

It's a wonder anyone still respects him after he throws his dignity away almost every day.

I walk in the door, hoping just hoping...

“My little peach! Daddy was so worried darling, come here let me hold you!”

I cringe. Oh God, he's already crying.

I turn around and smile. “Daddy,” I look a the people in the room. “Gangsters.”

They nod. “Princess.”

Oh I do love being a princess.

“Come here," I sigh, letting him engulf in a smoothered hug, his tears dropping on my head as he laments in Spanish.

Sometimes I wish he did great like an adopted daughter.

“Daddy I'm fine. It's just...I was out a little longer than I should, I was with Salone, you can call her.”

I haven't talked to her yet, but she's best friend. She doesn't have to volunteer to be my alibi. She's implicated by relation.

Dad sighs. “It was a boy wasn't it? Have you gotten rid of that Brandon yet?”

I smirk. “I did. And I bought you...this,” I pull the flashdrive out of my pocket, handing it to him.

He frowns. “What's this?”

“All the Sedona Clans contacts, financial records, enough to take them down. Of course, I want my 25%...”

His frowns even more. “Desiree, I told you I don't want you doing this. You don't have to pay me back, you're daughter and I love you.”

I smile. That old fool. Someday someone's gonna knock him off his throne with all the emotion he shows.

“Dad, I love you too. But this isn't just about paying you back. One day the Eses will be mine. I can't let you ruin it with all your crying."

He stares at me stern faced before barking out a laugh.

“Alright! Fine! But no more of this okay? You stick to recruiting and conditioning inmates where you are safe.”

I roll my eyes. “Daddy, I know how to protect myself. Besides I've gotten rid of brandon.”

He narrows his eyes. “You killed?”

“No! No! I don't have my permit, okay?"

He nods firmly. “Yes. The Vitale were very smart making that system. It keeps psycho's like you in check."

I narrow my eyes. “Are you sure you love me?”

“Of course. You've always been an adorable psycho. Let's get it the photo album. It's been weeks since we went through it."

I cringe and groan. Not the photoalbim. It's just full of baby pictures of me. With onesies, kitten ears, frilly dresses, and guns.

It's like...someone puked pink on a page and then glued me under it.

My dad might be gay.

“Aw, look at her little tutu!”

I smack my forhead. “Dad! Stop it with the weakness!"

“Oh isn't she adorable!”

Someone kill me. Please.