Daddy's Girl

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  • Published: 26 Dec 2016
  • Updated: 24 Jan 2017
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All he needed was some one to spoil. He felt lonely, and depressed. He just needed something, someone in his life to make him happy, so he can make them happy. And he soon plans to find the one, hopefully.

''I believe that if I treat her right, and let her know that I love, that she'll be happy again, and be loved. That's all I want, I just want her to completely happy.. She's the only thing I care about, and I want to prove it to her.. No matter what I have to do to get her to understand it.. I love her..''

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**WARNING: Mature/Adult/Sexual Content & Situations. Drug usable, alochol usage, extreme sexual scenes**


35. The Release

{The Next Day }•-||||-•{ Around Lunch; 12:15 p.m.}\

Emmy’s POV

I was very, very happy with the outcome of my dessert for Harry. It’s so awesome, I love making them and I’m so happy I got to do it right this time! God knows I’m worried to death that he won’t like it, or that it’ll taste nasty. But I’m praying so hard that he’ll want it.

Just as I was about to tie the bow on it, my phone beeped. I sighed as I picked it up, but soon smiling brightly as I saw who it was. Harry! And yes, I did change the name on his contact…

Harry: Hey baby :)

Me: Hi :)

Harry: I miss you xo

Me: I know, I miss you too! :\

Harry: It’ll be okay. You busy love?

Me: Nope.

Harry: Have you ate anything for lunch?

Me: No.. why?

I raise my eyebrows, curious of what he’s planning. I have a huge feeling I won’t expect what he’s going to reply with, I probably won’t for sure though. Seriously, he’s so tricky.. but I love it.

Harry: Good! I’m going to bring you something. What do you want?? :)

Yep, I had a little feeling it would be something like that, but still it shocks me that he’s so concerned and so into me, but I love it. I really do, surprisingly.

Me: Whatever is fine :) Surprise me x

Harry: You got it babe. I’ll be there soon. Love you babydoll.

Me: ♥ love you too Harry


It was awkward, kind of. Harry was just staring at me as I stared down at the hamburger. To be honest, I wasn’t that hungry and definitely not enough for this. I sigh lightly, glancing up for a slight second to see him seriously staring at me, his chin resting in his hand as he watches me.

‘’Is something.. wrong?’’ He mumbles lightly, not removing his gaze. ‘’N-no.’’ I reply softly. ‘’Then.. why aren’t you eating?” he asks me. ‘’I.. I just.. don’t need this.. kind of food.’’ I tell him honestly as I look up to his gaze again.

It was intense, I could tell he was searching for a  reason, an answer, a justification for my behavior. ‘’Emmy, can I ask you something?’’ He asks, sitting back in his chair, removing his elbows from the table.

I nod to him and he nods back, sighing a little as he exhales a deep, slow breath. ‘’Do.. do you think you’re fat?’’ He simply asks, normal tone of voice and normal expression. It was a basic question, but yet I was terrified to answer it. But I knew I had to, I must, I should.

‘’Yes.’’ I whispers softly. ‘’And why.. why do you think that?’’ Harry adds in. Honestly, I don’t know. I shrug a little, looking away from him. ‘’There you go again.’’ He sighs out. ‘’What?’’ I ask, quickly looking at him, but then looking away just as fast.

‘’I’ve noticed.. that when you’re insecure about something.. you  won’t look directly at me. Like when we were in the bath the other night.. and you weren’t looking at me the whole time, you were afraid of the answer.. and I think right now.. you’re afraid of telling me the reason.’’ Harry informs me, sounding and looking concerned and worried.

For some damn reason, I don’t reply verbally, just shrug to him once more.

‘’Those people told you that you were fat, didn’t they?’’ Harry asks me, raising his eyebrows lightly at me. I hesitate at first, still afraid of this. I sigh, knowing that I will get nowhere in life if I don’t tell him.

It’s not like I’m telling a stranger this though, Harry loves me, or at least he says he does, and I trust him and I should be able to tell him anything he wants and needs to know.

And sadly, this is one of those things.

“Yes.. okay. Yes. There’s your stupid answer.  Yes. And I am fat. Don’t try to tell me I’m not.’’ I find some courage, out of what little I have, to speak up to him like this. I jump down from my stool, walking away from the island.

I heard him sigh as I exited the kitchen, going to my bedroom. I was honestly not in the mood for this, not this certain topic at least. ‘’Emmy, wait.’’ I heard Harry call out after me, but I do nothing but keep walking towards my door.

Finally, after what seemed like literally forever, I turned the knob and hurried to the bathroom, locking it once I was in. And automatically, as if on cue, I hit my knees, my eyes started to slowly flood and my entire body just..  hurts.

‘’Emmy? Baby, open the door.’’ I heard Harry calmly say as he fiddled with the door knob, continuously twisting as if it would open by doing that, which it won’t obviously. I removed my hands from my face and grabbed the handle of the cabinet under the sink.

I open the door and reach in, not even watching myself because I know exactly where I keep it, and it’s the same location I’ve always kept it in any other house I’ve lived in.

Once it was in my sight, I could feel the release of pain, I can  feel it. And what Harry doesn’t know, is that I lied to him the other night about be cutting myself. I do it more than he thinks, and surely more than he wants me to do.

I stare at the shiny, sharp, clean razor blade between my fingers. Inside my mind, horrible memories speed by over and over as Harry’s pounding fist on the door got louder and louder.

All those people that talked about me, the one’s that hurt me mentally and physically, everyone that’s ever said anything to or about me that was hurtful… they meant nothing at this moment, nothing but a reason.

They were my reason. The reason Harry wanted to know, and the reason that I told him.

Within the next moment, that cold metal blade made contact with my wrist, slitting into my skin, leaving yet another scar. It wasn't deep as some I've done before, but it was just enough for this moment. Just enough.


Scars are what make us who we are, right? I can’t help it that those people didn’t like me. I often blamed God for not stopping them or giving me enough strength. But during that period of time when I slipped away from religion and faith completely.. I learned that it didn’t matter, I make my own choices, whether they like it or not.

There it was, the release of pain, the blood.. the tears.. and the constant banging on the door and the demands for me to come out, even though I don’t want to, and I don’t need to.

Hope You Lovelys Like It So Far, What Will Harry Say When He Finds The Scars  On Emmy?. ~Angie

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