DADDY's LITTLE GIRL
That Saturday morning my baby girl was so unusually quiet, I mean I needed that sometimes but it was different. She laid on the couch,mopping aimlessly at the chandelier. What could an eight year old girl could possibly be thinking of? I called her to me, she stood up and started walking towards me but really slow. This was getting too much and though it was inappropriate,I laid her down and asked her to spread her legs.
I could not shout, no, I didn't want to scare her the more. The red fresh sore I saw down there spread visible goosebumps all over my body, I wanted to throw up, I wanted to shout, but all those feelings translated into tears. I carried her, kissed her forehead and asked
"Who did this to you my dear?", she answered, "He said I should tell nobody".
I wanted to hit her so bad but the damage was enough all right? I took her face in my hands and said
"I promise not to tell anyone, it's going to be our little secret".
My beautiful baby girl. After we made a winny finger promise, she whispered to me
"IT WAS DADDY".
You know what? I don't know why I'm still here talking to you, I don't need a therapist,I need a divorce.
✍️Ig@: black_pen_magic
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