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CH3COO:

ahh, story too advanced for your liking??

LadyT:
Leo needs to die@ Oyinye

I really liked it. I think this is your best so far!

Thank you very much . To tell you the truth, i find it so much easier to right about anger than love or passion. which is pretty strange considering me.

ANGER

Daddy's Girl

I was your self proclaimed "Daddy's Girl". Every where he went, I was his shadow. He was my honorary guest to all my Tea Parties. I was Lady Onyinye III while he was Sir Daddy. We would go to the park and play "Hide and seek." I was so easy to spot. When he would find me, he'd pick me up and tickle me. I would laugh so hard, not even an audience of Chris Rock could compare. One night we went camping. He pointed to a star and said "You see that baby, that star is just like you. It is a beautiful gift to the world. That is why I named you Onyinye." I loved my daddy. He was my hero, my strength, my Daddy. When I was ever upset he would sing this song,
"Baby, baby why you sad,
Climb into the arms of Dad
Every thing will be oka,
Tomorrow will bring a new day."
I was living the fantasy life. Just me, my moms, and my father. Little did I know that reality will come a knocking.

It was late July and the weather was hotter than Terrence Howard. My father was acting very subtle. Something wasn't right. His eyes once filled with love, were possessed with ail and anxiety. I climbed on to his lap, "Sir Daddy, what's wrong?" He reluctantly smiled and uttered "It sure is hot. Let me get some ice cream for desert." A huge kool-aid smile ran across my face. "Cookies N' Cream, Please." He nodded with a tear in his eye. "Sure baby girl. I will always love you." He hugged me and left the house. Why was there a tear in his eye and why did that feel like a good bye? Mayne I'm straight up tripping right now. He is just going out for ice cream, right?

So we waited for him. And waited. Still no sign of him. Anxiety slowly began to captivate my moms. She commanded me to go bad. "Mommy when is Daddy coming home?" "I don't know damn it" I ran into my room in tears. I couldn't sleep so I sang th song my dad made up. Tears engulfed my pupils even more. I prayed to God to please bring him home so we could be a family every night for ten years straight. God never answered my prayers.

It was my 18th birthday. My mom and her stupid ass boyfriend, Leo bought me a Pontiac Solstice. Just what I wanted. "Oka baby blow your candles and make a wish." said leo. "I'm not your baby." i blew out my candles and for once i didn't wish to see my dad but for my moms hoe of a boyfriend to get the hell out of our lives. I told her he was no good. And he wasn't. The things he has done to me, only my Savior knows my dirty little secret. No matter what i told her, she would defend him. What a wonderful person I have for a mom. Later on that day I went to the "Koffee Spot" to think. And besides it was Friday, my mom and her hoe were getting freaky and there is no way in hell im staying in that forsaken house to hear "Deeper Leo, deeper." GROSS!!! So at the "Koffee Spot", i just sat there and thought, "My life is really bleeped up" The handsome waiter took my order. When he came back, he started a conversation. We talked for hours then exchanged numbers. Three years later we would get married and have a son.

One day i came home after picking up Ricky, our son from daycare. I walked in to the house to see a man sitting on our couch. He looked familiar but i couldn't put my hands on it. Then he spoke, "Hey baby girl, it's me. Sir Daddy." Tears rushed into my eyes. It was my father. For years i thought when i saw him again i would rush into his arms but something came over me.

"What the hell are you doing here uh? Do you know how many fucking years since you left me? 13 fucking years. I cried my fucking damn eyes out for 10 years for your trifling ass to come home. Where the hell were you? Where were you on my birthday? Where the hell were you on Christmas as Thanksgiving? Where the hell were you when i was getting raped and molested by my mom's bleeped up boyfriend? Where were you when i was screaming for him to get off? Where the hell were you when i had to go to the clinic to see if i was pregnant with a rape baby? Where the hell were you when i graduated? Where the hell were you when you were suppose to walk me down the aisle? Where the hell were you when i was in the delivery room having my baby? Where the hell were you when i needed you? You know what, get the hell out of my life and to hell with you. With yo bleeped up ass. I hate you."

I became enraged. I tore into my kitchen and started throwing glass on the floor. I took a piece and cut myself with it. Then I throw anything i could get my hands on. My son began to cry. The look in his eyes screamed terror. Oh gawd, what have i done? I broke down on the floor. My hands covered in blood from the glass. My dad came and wrapped his arms around me and sang,

"Baby, baby why you sad,
Climb into the arms of dad
Every thing will be okay
Tomorrow will bring a new day"