Elsie Taylor knew nothing more than the life that involved the constant moving around. She had always thought that it was normal to not have a place to call home, as she was too young to understand what was really going on.
"I knew nothing more tha...
I could hear a bit of shouting, but it was gone by the time that daddy had gotten into the car, with none other than, John. His usual scent hit me at full force, causing me to squirm in my seat a little, before burying my face into my pillow, reaching through my bag for my teddy.
Once I was content, I had my teddy wrapped in my arms, before I was taking deeper, slower breaths, as I closed my eyes. I usually slept most of these car rides, as I had nothing better to do other than reading or watching the people change with all the houses and apartments. I had grown to love these trips, but right now, I hated this one.
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I awoke with a start, unsure of where we were. Daddy was not in the front, and I had only heard John's door shut, as he was walking into a gas station. I sat up, looking into the front to see that our tank was nearly empty, as I looked back towards where John had gone, noticing another argument between Daddy and him.
I didn't like the look of this anymore. I was getting worried and nervous about all these arguments that they were having between each other. It was unusual. John and daddy had arguments, more than any of Daddy's friends, but these ones that I was experiencing, these were different.
Daddy looked as though he had taken a step back from John, before everything became rushed. He was coming to the car, as John seemed to have a wicked smile on his face. It all happened so fast, as the truck was suddenly going, and Daddy and John had gotten back into the truck. We were back on the road already.
I was kinda hoping that I could go to the toilet or get something to eat, but it could wait. I was sure that there would be another stop in some time. I just had to stay quiet and keep myself busy in the back of the truck for the time being.
So, I pulled out my book, and propped myself up enough, but not a great deal so that I could be seen in any of the mirrors. John must have wanted to say something, but my dad said something instead. "John, my daughter is in the car. She cannot hear anything else that comes out of your mouth. And get your hand off that gun"
There was a gun in the truck?! John had a hand of his gun that was in our truck?! I could feel the panic start to rise in my stomach, as I looked between both John and my dad. I was glad I hadn't sat up fully so that neither of them could see my panic. Guns were not a good thing, and having one so close was not good. I didn't like this anymore.
I looked at both doors, knowing that if worse comes to worse, one door at most, was not jammed and I had an escape route. Daddy had always told me to have one when it came to situations like these.
"I wasn't going to do anything" the way that John was speaking, had me nervous. He was not speaking like he had before we had left. "Then don't panic my daughter with your gun. Through it out of my truck" he wound down the window as I heard him throw something that clanged against the ground.
I felt safer, but how did daddy know that I was panicking because there was a gun in the truck. He never knew when I panicked. He knew nothing about my panic attacks when I would be in constant new places where I had to get food for myself because Daddy was so hungover that he couldn't do it himself. I usually cooked all of our meals in general, as a result.
The food that I made were just simple little meals, but they were Daddy and I's favorite foods that always made him happy when he came home late from work. I didn't mind that I had to cook and clean everything, because Daddy provided me with a house and everything that I could possibly need. Someone had to do it and it was only Daddy and me, so that left it up to me.
He never hurt me like I had read in books and on the TV when I could watch it. He was the best Daddy that I could ever ask for. He did everything that he could for me, and that was enough. He did enough so that I was happy, so I did what I had to do to make Daddy happy.
So, as I got lost in whatever Daddy and John were talking about, I dozed off into sleep again, not realizing the real danger that was going on, not only in the truck, but what happened to the truck. I didn't realize that I would never be able to go on another trip in Daddy's truck with him, in my special seat, with my favorite blanket and teddy, when I could just read and sleep in the back.
I didn't know the real dangers that was going on around me, when all I wanted to do was just sleep without being in danger.
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