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*.... Years ahead....*
"Daddy, why are you making me do this? "
"Because baby girl... This helps the both of us. Now... Say it again? "
"My name is Katelyn Michaela Jones. I am 16, your only child, and my favorite color is Brown. Who am I?"
I watch as he closes his eyes while grasping onto his water bottle. Letting out a frustrating growl, he throws the bottle to the ground aggressively. Hearing multiple swear words escape his lips, I take a step back.
I'm use to it, I just hate going through the process over and over again. I hate being forgotten, even though he can't help it. I hate the fact that Mama decided it was best for her to leave me to take care of him all on my own. I just hate being unable to truly help him, not just asking him pointless questions.
Despite this, my grades are looking up. I may only be a sophomore, but I have a lot on my plate. My job isn't paying enough money for not only my necessities, but my father's. My older brothers work, but they barely get paid more than me, considering they're not too much older than me.
I'm struggling.
I need help.
I need to be fixed.
*... Back to a time before her death...*
"Smile!"
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"Cheese!"
Beaming at his gorgeousness, I nod.
"Okay, that's great. It's gorgeous."
He walks towards me, and smiles down at me while barely even glancing down at the picture.
"Just... You."
Biting his bottom lip in frustration, he just laughs it off.
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"Thank you, Christopher. "
"....Leave? "
"You don't like it here? "
I ask as I grab my things to walk out. He grabs my wallet and purse, then points to my hand. Unhesitantly, I tuck my hand into his. Stepping on my tippy toes, he bends over and lets me kiss his cheek.
I smile at how sweet and genuine his actions are.
I've never known a man to hold a woman's purse willingly, or at all in that matter. Christopher not only does this, but continues to show his love for me in more ways than one.
"Darrr. No sunnn. "
"Oh, you don't like the dark? "
He shakes his head viciously, all the while never breaking his stare at my side profile.
"Well, don't worry... You'll never be in the dark with me until you're completely comfortable. I love you, Chrissy. "
