--She was seven years old--
"Daddy?" The little girl in the passengers seat of the truck, spoke to the man driving. Who was apparently her father.
She had thick brown hair that was just above her shoulders. And large chocolate colored eyes that stared at the man next to her. She was completly drawn by curiosity, one could tell by the way she leaned over into his area. Completly focusing her eyes on his face.
He looked at her after a long moment, flicking ash from his cigarette and out the window. He was handsome, young looking. There was definitely a large age gap from her mothers age, and her daddy's age. He had scruff of short hairs growing in along his jaw and his chin. But he was still pretty good looking. And something about his eyes, looked like the own little girls.
"What?" He broke the silence, glancing from her and to the street, and then back to as he occasionally sucked smoke from his cigarette.
"Do you think I'll be as pretty as mommy?" The little girl asked as she stared at him still. He kept looking back to her, but still kept his eyes on the road. They were almost to her mothers house.
"Sure, kid. You can be as pretty as mommy." He answered her question, and seemed to have pent up emotions about the girls mother.. you could see it in his face.
"Daddy?" Again, she was curiously staring at him with doe-sized eyes.
"What?" He flicked the finished cigarette out the window, then rolled it up.
"I wanna be like mommy."
There was another long silence. And he sighed heavily, and looked at her with the same eyes that she was looking at him with. The only thing he ever gave her were those eyes, and his nose.
"You don't wanna be like mommy, kid." It wasn't a surprising answer, giving the mother father relationship led to a bastard child, then a split soon after.
"Why?" She was confused. Her tiny brown brows knitted together at her forehead, she looked outt the window and pondered along time, before her father broke the silence again.
"Mommy's a slut. She's no good trailer trash.. slut!" He looked frustrated, and was digging for his pack of cigarettes again, even though he just smoked one.
There was silence, Bianca's eyes filled up with tears. She didn't understand what he was saying. But she could tell by his tone that it was bad.
"A crazy woman, and one day. They'll take her away from you, and you'll get to come live with me. And you won't be crazy like her." He pointed at himself when he mentioned her living with him. Yes, pent up emotions was righ. He looked at her as he guided the wheel to control the vehicle.
More silence.
"Daddy. Don't talk about mommy that way." Quite a acid-tongue response from a little girl.
"I'll talk about here that way all I want." He had long lit up another cigarette, and began smoking it after he rolled down the window again.
They pulled into the drive, she started sobbing horribly and wiping her face. Her backpack was grabbed and she rushed out of the truck.
Running to the door and opening it and hurrying inside.
He overdosed on Cocaine that night.
He never saw Bianca again. And she missed him. Despite that he hated her mother. He was her daddy.
<font color="#9966FF" size="1">[ September 10, 2008 12:11 AM: Message edited by: Let The Spirits Speak ]</font>
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