Smoke

"Babe. BABEE!" Daddy screams from the shower demanding Heras attention from the other hundred things he had told her to do. " Just a second" she murmurs to herself as she twists the grinder lid back and forth crushing the herb in it into the chamber below. She put the grinder down and picked up the clothes she set out for her daddy to wear. Just another day in paradise... Her mind whispers to itself as she pushes the creaking bathroom door open, pausing to let some of the steam to bellow out. The bathroom was decorated with dollar store mismatch items, it had white walls and fake hardwood floors. She gingerly steps inside trying not to trip over his clothes and boots, he always did that stripped out of his nasty work clothes and boots leaving them in the floor so she would have to pick them up. " Babe come sit in here with me." She sat on the toilet next to the tub with her hands folded and between her knees looking straight at the wall nervously waiting to figure out what kind of mood he was in. "Whatd you get into tonight? What time did you get home? Did you get smoke from anyone?" Kyle asked questions he knew the answers to. " I hung out with Jerry and Tory. We played cards and watched a movie. I got home around 6. I took a hit of a dab pen but thats it." The same routine every day now she would have to follow up with constantly throwing herself at him so he could belittle her. If she didn't do it hed back her into a corner repeating the same questions all over again " Why am I never good enough? Why do you have so much attitude today? Is anything I do ever good enough?" It was too much for her to handle so after he showered she made a fool out of herself for his amusment. She followed him to their living room. " Load a bowl my little sexcrutary." He smiled a nearly toothless grin at her, she grimaced and shivered nearly dropping some of the green gold. That would have earned her a night of punishment but that nickname it was always one she hated. She had always been used for s*x even as a teen her fathers best friend started reprogramming her to believe thats all she was alive for. Foolishly when she got married she thought things would be different but they were worse. He lift the pipe with one hand to his chapped lips and lit a lighter with the other hand he took a deep breath in and choked out thick tendrils of smoke. He passed the pipe to her. She mimicked his motion of lighting the plant but instead of choking she slowly breathed out a small pool of white smoke. He never could handle his pot no matter how much he smoked and that was a lot. The days they were out was hell. Lucky today wasn't one of those days. Cosmo, their cat, weaved back and forth through their legs as they finished one bowl. Their dog Stella sat on the opposite couch insistently chewing on a squeaky toy. "I missed you love. Did you miss me?" Her heart rose in the little moments when he spoke so softly. It was so rare. "Yes Daddy I did miss you very much." She whispered. He smiled again this time to himself. He took her in. She was a blond but rather plain in his eyes, her extra weight and her short stature didn't help. She was dressed in a navy blue sweater, pajama shorts, and a pair of socks with little sheep on them; her long hair was in a messy bun. God why couldn't she look like the girls on porn sites. She was such a dope. The real ugly duckling but she obeyed and rarely defied him. He pulled his shorts down enough for his limp member to flop out, he grabbed her hair and pushed her mouth around it. She starts sucking and teasing it to be hard like she did every night. " Good little whore." He groaned. "On your knees." She sat up releasing his d**k from her mouth and positions herself the way he demanded. She grit her teeth as he stumbled on the couch behind her struggling to enter her dry. Slowly he starts pumping as she drifted away into her fantasy. It was the same way every night, everytime. It was a routine that had lasted four years. She was a good girl but she had spirit.