My daddy isnt coming home.
My daddy was my hero, he wasn't just my hero he was a hero to the world, He was soldier in the war, before he went I was begging him not too go and it was heart breaking to see him walking out of the front door with tears rolling down his eyes.
"Your dad Mr Clerks was under a lot of stress in the war, and he never noticed the bomb coming his way" the strange man in front of me continued "He was the best we had. He was our hero, he was a great friend of mine. I'm sorry for your loss" he said to my mother as she sobbed.
Three Months Later---
"Mum I'm sorry-" she kicked me in the side causing me to groan in pain she began punching and kicking me while shouting "Its your fault he is dead!" tears rolled down my eyes "YOU SHOULD OF DIED NOT HIM!"
Five months later---
I want my daddy. He left me with my evil mother, I want him here cuddling me calling me 'Princess' his princess...
10 months later--
"Who did these too you?" Chad questioned his voice full of worry "I-I" I couldn't think of what to say, I've been coming up with excuses to defend my mother even though she don't deserve it. She is only like this because of me, I did this to her, I killed my daddy.
"Your moving in with me" Chad stated.
That's how it all started. That's how I fell for my fathers best friend, the guy who was there for me when no one else was, the guy who is incredibly attractive, the guy who saved me from my mother.
Is my fathers best friend from war.