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“Now, baby, what do you do if anyone gives you trouble?” Daddy asked, his knees clicking as he bent down so I could see his eyes s, even if his face didn’t
Daddy didn’t se, he said
I didn’t get that A bad ie was like a photo of so, ht my daddy was the most handsome man ever
I grinned, holding up ht so ive them a knuckle sandwich,” I said
Daddy chuckled, rustling irl”
I was laughing too, happy I’d h I collected that sound, and it made h stopped when he focused on a car
I looked at the car too, uninterested, until I got a look at him
He was dropped off in front of us, in a policee on it
I barely kne to tie my shoes, but I knew the police were bad We didn’t like the police, and they didn’t like us
I also knew the look that darkened Daddy’s face
It meant someone was in trouble A lot of it
I’d seen that look a lot, though never directed at me Mostly it was directed at theto ‘fuck up’ I knew fuck was a bad word fro I heard other rocery store But I didn’t have aat least, and no one yelled at me when I said it No one had ever yelled at me
I was the princess That hat my brother Cade called me And Daddy
But I’d never really felt like ht sight of the older boy getting out of the police car The second I saw his blond hair, his beautiful face, his clean clothes, I knew He was the prince The real one, like in the uy
I looked down at my boots, the smallest ones at the Harley Davidson store and they were still a little big Daddy said I’d grow into them Another reason why I kneasn’t a princess—they alore froufrou dresses and a lot of pink, and their hair was always in lots of pretty braids
I didn’t wear pink Pink was for pussies, as Uncle Steg said, so I alore all black Like my brother, Cade Black was my favorite color in the whole world My hair was always curly and crazy; I didn’t kno to braid, and neither did Cade or Daddy Sometimes Daddy would brush it and tie it up into the ponytail I had it in right now But ht and shiny like Barbie or princesses; it was curly and wild, and so from my hair bobble