Daddy Dearest

    He was older than me. Not old, so to speak. But at least twice my age. Strips of thin white hair contrasted the jet black hair surrounding it. A cigarette hang loose in-between his pale lips, causing ash fall to his pleated suit. He fiddled with the buttons on his jackets often, giving me the hint that he was nervous.
     I leaned against my chair. I laughed mentally. To think that this man was afraid of me, a mere girl. But I knew that the steel look in my grey eyes were intimidating. It was one of my features that I liked so much. It is why I worked hard on my eyes to look menacing. I subconsciously cracked my knuckles.
      "Hello, Father," I said. His Adam's apple bobbed when he gulped.
      "Lucinda," he said curtly. My top lip curled up in a snarl.
      "It's Lucy," I said, matching his tone.
      "I'm sorry to hear about your mother," he said. I snorted. He hasn't seen my mother since I was in her uterus.
      "Sure, I bet you were so distraught to hear your college sex toy had passed," I said.
      "H-how did she die, again?" he asked.
      "Her loser of a boyfriend shot her down to terminate the new pregnancy." Bluntness, the way to make an adult squirm.
      "You must be heartbroken," he said.
       I shrugged. "It's not like I wanted a sibling or anything. Too whiny."
       "So, why am I here?" My father blurted. This time I laugh out loud.
       "Am I making you nervous, daddy?" I said, saying the word daddy as if it were a deadly snake out to bite him.
       "No, I mean, I'm just..." His words were strewn together, a jumble of neurotic mess. I absently picked at a loose thread on my shirt.
       "You're here because you're rich. You own a huge company, a trophy wife, non b*****d children, and you have money." I leaned forward a little more. Tiny drops of sweat appeared on his forehead. "I need money, see. To start a new life. To get away from this s**t hole you call a city." I gestured to the window, the outside, for emphasis. His shaking puppy appearance left suddenly. He was confident now, knowing that I need something from him.
        "And if I don't?" he asked.
        I smirk. I have him in my trap. "I'll tell your oh-so-perfect wife about your buisness," I said, putting air quotes around 'business'. "The whole 'office supplies' s**t is a joke. Your family must be dense, Dad. Because it was pretty damn obvious that you're selling drugs." I can see him curse under his breath. I found it surprising that a drug dealer would be such a wimp, but it's probably because he doesn't do any of the work.
         He sighed. "How much do you want?" he asked. I smile whole-heartedly.
        "Twenty thousand should be fine," I chirp. He pulls out a checkbook, scribbling furiously.
        "Here," he growls, shoving the check towards me. I analyze the check, making sure its from his real account. Then I lower it, and blow him a kiss.
        "Thank you, Daddy."
        And just like that, my father stands up, and leaves the room, a cigarette and his money left behind.
 

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[Bella-Marie]

Read it - Excellent, strong and filled with punches I didn't realize I would suffer.
Rate it - I would rate it 98 out of 100, simply because if it was 100/100 it would be so perfect God would die in embarrassment.
Review it: I think this has nothing needed to be fixed and I especially adore the way your characters were built so quickly! Well done.

[kylie]

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