Daddy's Good Girl

"Have you been a good girl?"

"Yes, Daddy."


2. 2. Crazy Ex Boyfriend

2. Crazy Ex Boyfriend

"Honestly, Amelia, I'm so happy for you. That dude was toxic," my best friend, Christine, said.

I shrugged and sipped on my iced coffee, because I didn't really know what to say about the situation other than I, too, was happy for me.

After my sister bonding with Tracy, I took the longest nap of my life. And no matter how strong and empowered I felt after leaving Josh, I still needed someone I cared about close to me.

"Anyway, Chase wants to throw a back to school party next weekend. You down?"

Ooh, party.

I nodded. "Sure. I could use some fun right now. Ooh! Wanna go shopping for a new outfit later?"

She smiled at me, pointing a perfectly manicured finger. "Now you're speaking my language."


It was later in the day, and I was at the library doing my summer volunteer work. Mrs. Carpenter had asked me to restock the return books, but since I was only five foot two, I needed the ladder.



I flinched on the ladder and lost my footing. I gasped as I fell off and into the arms of Josh.

"Shit," he said. "Might wanna lay off the popcorn, Ame."

I felt heat rush to my face, but it wasn't like he could really see it. I scrambled to get out of his arms. I brushed my clothes off and crossed my arms, giving Josh a look.

"Thanks for the save, but what do you want?"

His brows furrowed. "That's all I get for saving your *ss? If I wasn't here you would've just fell. You're f*cking welcome."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't know if you're deaf, but I said thanks."

With that I turned to grab the books I dropped when I fell, but he wasn't having it. He grabbed my arm roughly and yanked me toward him. I hissed because holy crap, that hurt.

I looked him in his eyes with obvious confusion.

"You better get your hands off of me. What the hell is your problem?" I yelled in the form of a whisper. Almost forgot I was in a library. "You do not get to come into this peaceful atmosphere and spread negativity."

He pressed his thin lips against my ear and spoke lowly, breath warm against my skin. "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you."

His grip on my arm was getting tighter, so I tried to tug my arm away, but that seemed to make him angrier.

"Josh, let me go. You're hurting me."

"Of course, I'm hurting you. You deserve to be hurt for hurting me the way you did yesterday," he said.

This nigga was crazy.

"M-Mrs. Carpenter?! Ryan?! Anyone? Help!" I yelled.

If he figured I was just going to let him hurt me, he was dumber than I thought.

He mumbled a "Sh*t" and  let me go and walked away, but not before he mumbled what sounded like "This isn't over."

I rubbed my arm, where I knew a bruise was forming.

"Amelia? Sweetie, are you alright? You yelled," Mrs. Carpenter asked. She came up to me and rubbed my arms, her pale hands contrasting against my brown skin, and looked at me with much concern.  Ryan was right behind her.

"Y-yeah. I'm alright now," I said. I shook my head and sighed. Dealing with Josh was just making me exhausted. "It was my ex-something... He wasn't too happy with how I ended things, so he came to pay me a visit."

I pointed to the faint bruise on my arm now, and she gasped.

"Oh honey. Should you tell the police about the harassment?" She asked.

"Yeah, Amelia. That looks liked it's gonna be pretty bad," Ryan said. He rubbed the other arm that wasn't throbbing and gave it a light squeeze.

I thanked them both for their concern, but I told them it wasn't something I couldn't handle.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. C, but would it be okay if I took a break? I just need a moment," I told her.

She nodded vigorously. "Of course, sweetheart. Go get a soda from the back room. Ryan go with her. I don't feel comfortable leaving her alone quite yet."

I scoffed and shook my head. "I'm fine, Mrs. C. Really."

She gave me a look, and I sighed. I grabbed Ryan's hand and tugged him to the back room. Letting his hand go, I sighed and grabbed a Dr. Pepper from the fridge.

I hopped onto the nearby table and closed my eyes.

"So you ended things with Josh?" Ryan asked, leaning against the wall across from me.


"About damn time. That guy was the biggest jerkwad I'd ever met."

I raised a hand to kind of stop him from talking.

"Ryan. I know. He was a giant asshole who did nothing but treat me like shit for his own benefit. I know."

I clenched my eyes and blew out a large breath while running a hand through my hair. I tensed when I felt Ryan's warm hands on my shoulders. I opened my eyes and looked into his pale blues.

"You're going to be alright, Ame. You're a strong girl," he said.

I nodded and pressed my forehead against his chest, while he wrapped his arms around me. And I don't know what came over me, but I began to cry. My shoulders moved from me trying to catch my breath, and my sobs ripped through me like a serrated knife. My fists grabbed handfuls of Ryan's shirt, and he held me tighter.

"I-I c-can't help but b-bla-ame myself for get-getting myself in su-such a situa-ation," I said.

Nothing more attractive than being a stuttering mess.

"Hey," Ryan said, trying to get my attention, but I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want him to see me crying and overall a mess. "Amelia, look at me, please."

Face still in his shirt, I shook my head. He pulled away and gripped my chin softly and urged me to tilt my head up.

I rolled my eyes and looked at him. He offered me a soft smile, and his pale fingers wiped the stale tears that soaked my face. They also moved some of the hair that was stuck to my face behind my ears.

I felt so gross and weak, and I guess my expression showed it because his smile grew larger.

"Ya know, Amelia, you're really beautiful. You're so beautiful... and smart and amazing and sweet. You're one of the most amazing people I've ever met and any guy would be lucky to have you. Just because some loser was too dumb to see that, doesn't mean it isn't true. You're wonderful, Amelia."

I laughed at him because he was so cheesy.

"There's that smile I love," he said.

I laughed again and wrapped my arms around his neck. I kissed his cheek and told him thanks because it felt nice to have someone hold me.

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