One Shot ~~~~~~<>~~~~~~ A story I and writing because I just finished my first fan fic story haha so I'm celebrating with a one shot be warned its dark I think ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You know those people, who can do the most terrible things and yet find a way to make you love them no matter what? That was my father. He would ignore me always jetting off forgetting about me until my mother had to call for him to pick up his crying child. Why didn't he notice me? I wasn't that ugly right? I wasn't too fluffy in my tummy? Sure I had a little squish but no pot belly, no muffin top that may make me beneath him in his eyes. I had his hair and skin, I thought maybe he would at least love me for looking a little like him with dark brown hair and Bolivian coloring. I had his pale skin that tanned and freckled easily while his sister my aunt got rich color skin that my Father always craved for. Maybe it was when I died my hair. I had only added a tinge of red but that was another week then normal then when I usually saw him. I loved my father and I couldn't understand why he didn't love me back. I couldn't figure out why I wasn't worth his attention. Tears flowed to my eyes as I stared out my window on Christmas Eve waiting to see a car pull up. I never could look for a specific car sense he always changed it every time. I must have waited for hours sense my legs went out when I tried to stand. It was Midnight, I knew my father wasn't coming. I set myself up for this every time. He was never there whence was suppose to be, he didn't care. Yet when he did see my he would smile and say he missed me. He would hug me tightly and spin me around before putting my in the car. Each time I held on to some hop that he was going to change and start really loving me like a father should. Each time the moment the first sentence would roll off my tongue he would crank the radio up so no one could talk. I turned back to my bed and waited until it was morning not sleeping at all. I dashed make up on and tried to look my best so maybe this one time I could please him. Maybe this one time he would say something other then he missed me, like he was away and hated it. That he wanted to get my another weekend extra. Something that would prove he loved me. That he cared about me. His big black SUV drove up and parked. He got out and smiled his cheek dimples showing his glasses and hat on. He had dined a pair of faded jeans that he always wore with a fitting t-shirt and Hat. He looked my mom up and down and I think his smile broadened. Great he loved even his Ex wife more then his only daughter. Did I know? Did I know that today was when I would change forever? Stepping up to him as he came to give my a bear hug I smacked him hard. CRACK! He looked stunned for a second and then angery. He cussed yelling and spitting pacing back and forth. "I come all the way down for you on Christmas and you hit me! I think it's time I send you somewhere far away to teach you some god damm manners you little-" my mother cut him off glaring at him. "Don't you ever use that language with my daughter ever again you understand. Lisa grab your bags get in the house you aren't going anywhere." I nodded and grabbed my suitcase running inside. I had finaly stood up for my self to him. Then why did I feel so bad? I knew why, it was his hold on me. His power that made me love him even though I knew he hated me. He was my father and that was his power over me. I would always be Daddy's little girl. Even though he treated me like garbage and threw me into the wind only to pick me up like some dime you find on the sidewalk and decide to take knowing though you will never use it. Though that dime is probably thinking that it's so happy being in someone's warm pocket again and can't wait to help that person buy something. You though loose it agian and it tumbles to the street to wait for someone else to pick it up and hold it, waiting for someone to use the dime the way it knows other dimes are being used. It craves to be spent and to be in someone's pocket. I was a dime craving to be loved by my father, to know that he cared for me and wouldn't hurt me again. That wasn't the case though. It had been 2 months sense then and I had started seeing him again like nothing had changed. He still made me wonder what I did to not deserve his love and made me hate him with a passion from somewhere I hadn't even known of but he still had that annoying power to make me care when I didn't get his attention. Even if he didn't love me I would love him. I was Daddy's little Girl. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~