Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2016 22:06:25 GMT -5
It had been a rough day at school....that stupid preppy girl Laura had been at it again. Spreading rumors and poking fun at her. It shouldn't hurt as bad as it did....but high schoolers were like a pack of wolves. If someone exposed a weakness everyone joined in. She dropped her messenger bag in the kitchen and wrapped her fingers around the locket her father had given her years ago. She could hear him banging around in the garage, undoubtedly working on someone's car. Her long blonde hair was in a loose fishtail braid and she had a smear of eyeliner making her big eyes seem even larger. She walked to the door that led to the garage, shutting it behind her and sitting on the stoop with her chin in her hands.
"Daddy?"
A clang then the sound of screeching tiny wheels as he slid out from under the huge truck.
"Yeah Darlin? What's wrong?"
She didn't normally just come around to talk these days. More preoccupied with parties and hanging out with her friends. His little helper had been almost absent from the garage....but here she was. Something had to be wrong.
".....some stupid bitch at school."
He never called Charly on her cursing....what was the point? He would have been a hypocrite with as many as he flung around. "Mmm...what she do?" He ask, sliding back under the truck a bit to work while listening to her. "Well...she made fun of the grease under my nails...." She looked down at her fingers, she had tried painting them to cover it but the polish never lasted more than a day between her fiddling with vehicles and chewing on them. "And she said I look like an owl...."
At this he had to laugh. Charly had been given a pair of big eyes....but he thought they made her look beautiful and innocent. Younger than she was...like she was still his five year old running around and grabbing tools as he panicked trying to get them away from her. She frowned. "Its not funny!" She snapped. Already standing and ready to stomp out of the garage. "Whoa now..." He said and rolled out from under the truck. Sitting up and grabbing her ankle as she was trying to leave.
"You talking about that little rat faced Laura that's Tom's daughter? Well I'd rather be an owl than a rat any day." She stared at him, the hint of tears still in her gray eyes. He stood, grabbing her into a bear hug that made her 'umf' when he forced the breath from her lungs. "And if she cares enough about you to insult your nails then she's just jealous....she liked that boy you like right? Jacob?" He was accustomed to girl talk. Being a single dad had some off requirements....but he loved it. "Yeah...." She mumbled against his chest.
"Well I bet she's just jealous that Jacob ask you to the dance this weekend...." His daughter was small. She liked to call herself travel size. Even at seventeen he could easily hoist her up and carry her. He worried that she would be made a victim in the world just because of it. Seen as an easy target. He had purchase videos and taken her to seminars about rape and abstinence. Staying away from dark alleys and anyone that made you uncomfortable. He had his number in her cell under two speed dial numbers just in case she could only reach one. She was his world.
She wriggled to get out of his arms and he let her before hoisting her up onto his shoulder and carrying her outside the open garage door into the bright sunlight. "Jacob doesn't even like me like that!" She shrieked, grabbing his old stained tee shirt to hang on. "Then fuck him!" He said but then realizing how it sounded his voice grew serious. "No wait don't! I just meant forget about him! You'll find someone one day that you'll never want to let go of, someone that will keep you safe when I'm dead and gone." She didn't like to hear about that.....he was her dad. He could feel the droop in her body after saying it. He frowned, but then grabbed her legs tighter and began to spin in a circle, her long braid flying like a sail in the wind. "Dad someone will see!" He laughed and kept spinning. "Fuck em'!"
"Daddy?"
A clang then the sound of screeching tiny wheels as he slid out from under the huge truck.
"Yeah Darlin? What's wrong?"
She didn't normally just come around to talk these days. More preoccupied with parties and hanging out with her friends. His little helper had been almost absent from the garage....but here she was. Something had to be wrong.
".....some stupid bitch at school."
He never called Charly on her cursing....what was the point? He would have been a hypocrite with as many as he flung around. "Mmm...what she do?" He ask, sliding back under the truck a bit to work while listening to her. "Well...she made fun of the grease under my nails...." She looked down at her fingers, she had tried painting them to cover it but the polish never lasted more than a day between her fiddling with vehicles and chewing on them. "And she said I look like an owl...."
At this he had to laugh. Charly had been given a pair of big eyes....but he thought they made her look beautiful and innocent. Younger than she was...like she was still his five year old running around and grabbing tools as he panicked trying to get them away from her. She frowned. "Its not funny!" She snapped. Already standing and ready to stomp out of the garage. "Whoa now..." He said and rolled out from under the truck. Sitting up and grabbing her ankle as she was trying to leave.
"You talking about that little rat faced Laura that's Tom's daughter? Well I'd rather be an owl than a rat any day." She stared at him, the hint of tears still in her gray eyes. He stood, grabbing her into a bear hug that made her 'umf' when he forced the breath from her lungs. "And if she cares enough about you to insult your nails then she's just jealous....she liked that boy you like right? Jacob?" He was accustomed to girl talk. Being a single dad had some off requirements....but he loved it. "Yeah...." She mumbled against his chest.
"Well I bet she's just jealous that Jacob ask you to the dance this weekend...." His daughter was small. She liked to call herself travel size. Even at seventeen he could easily hoist her up and carry her. He worried that she would be made a victim in the world just because of it. Seen as an easy target. He had purchase videos and taken her to seminars about rape and abstinence. Staying away from dark alleys and anyone that made you uncomfortable. He had his number in her cell under two speed dial numbers just in case she could only reach one. She was his world.
She wriggled to get out of his arms and he let her before hoisting her up onto his shoulder and carrying her outside the open garage door into the bright sunlight. "Jacob doesn't even like me like that!" She shrieked, grabbing his old stained tee shirt to hang on. "Then fuck him!" He said but then realizing how it sounded his voice grew serious. "No wait don't! I just meant forget about him! You'll find someone one day that you'll never want to let go of, someone that will keep you safe when I'm dead and gone." She didn't like to hear about that.....he was her dad. He could feel the droop in her body after saying it. He frowned, but then grabbed her legs tighter and began to spin in a circle, her long braid flying like a sail in the wind. "Dad someone will see!" He laughed and kept spinning. "Fuck em'!"