Daddy's Good Girl

"Have you been a good girl?"

"Yes, Daddy."


1. 1. Break Ups Are A Girl's Best Friend

1. Break Ups Are A Girl's Best Friend

"Amelia! Be sure to have your room clean before tomorrow!" My mom yelled from upstairs.

I rolled my eyes and continued to flip through channels, and after finding nothing, I settled on Man v. Child and snacked on lukewarm popcorn.

It was Friday night, and I was spending it at home. Guess that said a lot about me.

"Hey Ame?" My younger sister, Tracy, said from the stairs.

With my eyes not leaving the TV and my mouth full of popcorn, I answered, "Sup Buttercup?"

"I can see Josh pulling up from my window," she said.

I choked on my popcorn mid-swallow and started coughing up a storm. I sat the bowl down and ran to the hall mirror. I wiped the crumbs off my face and shirt and straightened my clothes and hair.

I shrugged at my appearance, because I looked okay... I'd gone to the salon last week to get a touch up on my perm, so it doesn't look all bad. Hopefully it'd be enough for Josh.

The doorbell rang, and I jumped. My heart was racing.

"Got it!" I yelled, before slowly walking to the door.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. A smile spread across my lips.

"Josh! Hey. What're you doing here?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I came to see you, but if you'd rather me leave, that's cool, too."

My eyes grew wide. "No! No... I'm sorry. Come on in."

He rolled his eyes but came in anyway, and I closed the door. He headed toward the kitchen so, I followed behind.

"Well, hey there," I said, looking up at him.

He was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, so I stood in front him and playfully mocked him. He smirked.

"How've you been?" He asked. One of his hands reached out and moved a piece of hair from my face. His mouth twitched into a bit of a frown.

"I've been okay. Better now, I guess," I said. I made contact with his blue eyes before looking away. I adjusted my shirt a little and patted my hair down.

"You guess?" He said. I looked up at him again and smiled softly. "Well, I guess, I'll just have to go then."

My eyebrows furrowed. "Why do you keep doing that?"

He raised a thick brow. "Doing what?"

I stepped away from him and turned my back.

"Every time I say something that doesn't exactly make you happy or exalt you, you threaten to leave," I said to him. "If you keep acting like at any moment you'll be gone, than just be gone already!"

I grunt in frustration and turn back to face him. He did not look very happy, but I didn't care. I was sick of him trying to guilt trip me and make me feel like I needed him, because I didn't.

I could barely hear him, but it sounded like he said, "You want me gone?"

"If that's what you want, because you seem like you want to leave. I don't want to keep you in something you don't want to be in. Plus, you make me feel like I'm never good enough for you, like you're the one who can do better, and it makes me feel like shit!"

I blew out a breath and ran a hand through my hair.

"Amelia?" Mom called from the living room. She walked into the kitchen, and I turned away from her observant eyes. "I heard yelling. Is everything alright?"

I'd been trying not to cry because even though I wanted to do anything but sit in front of the TV and eat popcorn, I sure as hell didn't want to be doing this, either.

"Amy?" Mom pressed.

"Yeah, Mom. Everything is fine. Josh was just leaving."

And with that, I gave Josh one last look before heading out the kitchen. I ran up the stairs to my room and quietly shut the door. I pressed my back against it and slowly slid down. My face was soggy with tears, but it wasn't all sad.

It was a bittersweet moment, because I was no longer going to let someone put me down and make me feel insecure. I got up from the floor and walked to Tracy's room.

"Hey Trace?" I said. I felt a little bad for interrupting her, but I needed some sister bonding time.

"Yeah, Ame?" She said, putting her phone down. "Whoa, are you alright?"

I sniffed and wiped my face before nodding. "Yeah, Trace. I'm alright--better than alright... Wanna... go for ice cream or something?"

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