March 4
Daddy brought Elle home with him last night. I couldn't sleep because she keeps making weird sounds and saying his name over and over. This isn't fair. Only I should be allowed to call him Daddy. He's mine.
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Elle stayed for breakfast. She was wearing Daddy's dress shirt from last night with nothing else. Daddy kept whispering in her ear and kissing her cheek a lot.
I got upset and left the room.
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General FictionA series of journal entries written by a young girl about her Daddy *will include abuse, drug/alcohol abuse, depression, rape, and suicide* *Do not read of not comfortable with any of these
