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((LOVE BETWEEN FATHER AND DAUGHTER.))

"HAYDEN!" Groaning, I turned on my stomach and buried my face in my pillow. "HAYDEN! You wanna be late to Georgina's housee?!?"
Yes dad! I answered in my head, because we all know how much I freaking hate Georgina! I mean, Georgina was nice, she was pretty, young, not a gold-digger, she was perfect for my dad but every kid had to hate the soon to be step parent. She wasn't my mom so I had to dislike her for a little while, that's just how I think. 
"HAYDEN!" Sighing, I sat up and brushed my fingers through my hair.
"I'M GOING INTO THE SHOWER!" I screamed and went into my bathroom. I ignored the pink walls and the pink sink and the pink toilet and stripped out of my pajamas and underwear before pulling the pink glass door open and stepping into the shower. Yes, I loved pink, pink was a happy girly color.
I washed myself and walked right back out to brush my teeth. My eyes landed on my reflection and I stared at my head..my bold head..no hair. I grimaced and imagined myself with hair...practically impossible.
The chemo had taken my beautiful brown hair away from me. I missed it badly but I wanted to get better so screw it. 
After brushing my teeth and drying myself, I got dressed in a pretty white summer dress and my favorite sandals. I put my diamond studs in my ears and put my necklace on before grabbing my Iphone and walking out my room. 
"Dad?" I asked as I made it down the stairs. 
"Hey beautiful," he was waiting for me at the front door. "We'll eat at her house, you look pretty baby."
"Thanks," I mumbled and walked out in front of him. My father....a thirty two year old stud. Smiling at that, I looked up at him as he locked the front door of our house. My father was black and handsome. He had diamond studs in his ear as well and he had pretty brown eyes and a beautiful smile and he was young! He got my mother pregnant when they were only fifteen years old, yeah, very young but they were very responsible and with the help of my grandparents from both parts, they managed to raise me and give me a happy life.
My father is my life, literally. You wouldn't have thought he has a daughter but each and every time he has the chance, he tells the whole world that I'm his daughter and I'm his heart. I love him so much. 
"What you looking at little girl?" he smirked at me.
"Daddy, I love you," I walked ino his arms.
"I love you too baby," he hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead. "You feeling okay? We can stay home if you're not feeling good."
"I'm fine dad," I rolled my eyes and looked up at him. "You know I won't ever take this happiness from you so we're gonna go and you're gonna smile and kiss your girlfriend and we're gonna have a good time with her family. Kay?"
"Kay," he smiled like a little kid and hugged me tight. "You're the best daughter any guy could have."
"I know I am, you got very lucky," I cheesed. "Come on daddy, we have to be on our way." We walked to his Impala and he opened the passenger door for me. "Thank you very kind sir."
"You're welcome M'Lady," he bowed and walked over to his side. When we were driving, I put on the radio and when it landed on hip hop, Tyson, my father, slapped my hands away from his radio and he started bobbing his hands back and forth, rapping like crazy.
Yes, my father was like a hoodlum. He was black in and out. He had swag though, my father knew how to dress and every woman goes crazy when they see him. 
Halfway through a rap song, I joined him, blocking out all the curses and getting on my phone.
My mother would hate when my father and I rapped but it was apart of us, it wasn't my fault she didn't like rap music. She was white, just plain white. My grandparents were white, their parents were white, their grandparents were white. Literally, blonde hair, blue eyes but I just came out lightskinned with my dad's brown hair and his big brown eyes. Now I just have his big brown eyes and my mother's smile because there was no hair on my head.
My mom died in a car accident a couple of blocks from our home, leaving my father and I. Years later, we're fine and my father found another woman. Georgina, she was pretty and black as well. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and pretty hazel eyes. She had a body to die for and I knew she and my father were good for one another. She was young as well, only twenty-six with no kids. 
When we arrived at Georgina's house, I stood staring at it, my eyes wide as hell. "Daddy? Wrong place?" 
"Nope," he chuckled. "Georgina lives with her parents and her parents are rich as hell." Nodding, I understood and got out the car. "It'll be alright baby."
"Alright," I mumble and he led the way to the front door. He rang the bell and we waited before the door was opened. Georgina squealed and jumped into his arms, kissing him hard. 
"I missed you!" she said. I gagged and looked away. They said a few things to each other in between kisses before they finally noticed I was still standing there. "Hayden, hey, I'm sorry you had to see that."
"I'm sorry too," I smiled. "Hi Georgina."
"Hey honey, welcome to my house. Come in guys," she pulled us in and closed the door. "My parents are in the backyard with the rest of the family preparing the food. Want a tour?"
We nodded and we soon found out the house had seven rooms, eight bathrooms and a pool. Ha...
When we made it outside to the backyard, everybody stopped what they were doing and looked up. Immideately, I felt weird about not wearing a hat..my bold head all out. I grimaced as Georgina smiled.
"Family, this is my boyfriend Tyson Clarke and his daughter, Hayden Stephanie Clarke," Georgina smiled. "And Tyson, Hayden, this is my mother, Nadine Brown." She pointed at a middle aged lady that didn't have a hint of gray hair on her head, really pretty, darkskinned, short brown hair. "My father, Vic Brown." A middle aged man with a little gray hair, shows he's a hardowrking man. "My older brother, Joseph." He looked exactly like his father, big brown eyes, short brown hair, black, handsome, just like my dad. "And my younger brother, Liam." Liam...he was a younger version of Joseph, but with hazel eyes and caramelled skin, looking like a pretty boy with studs in his ears and a smirk. 
"Hello everybody," my father smiled. "It's a pleasure meeting all of you."
"You're exactly what my daughter described of you," Nadine walked over and smiled up at my dad. "And your daughter, beautiful young lady."
"Thank you," I smiled. "You're really pretty too, now I see where Georgina gets her looks from." Nadine laughed and pulled me into a hug. 
"Honey, is it alright if I ask of..." she was speaking but Georgina groaned.
"Mother!" she snapped. "That's none of your business."
"No, it's okay," I smiled at her and my father kissed my head. "Dad, can you tell them why?"
"Sure baby," he smiled down at me and looked up at the five pair of eyes on me. "After Hayden's mother died in a terrible car accident, Hayden went into a little depression and wasn't taking good care of herself. Leukemia started inside of her. We're now in the process of treating it with chemotherapy right now and as you know, hair falls out with that so that's why my baby girl is as beautiful as she is right now." I smiled up at him and hugged him tightly. 
"Oh my," Nadine smiled down at me. "You're very beautiful and I hope nobody tells you other wise."
"So, the food?" Georgina smiled softly. We were led to the huge table and I sat beside my father with Georgina on his other side and across me was Liam and his brother. 
Liam kept glancing at me, I ignored him and looked at my food, answered questions when they asked and that's about it.
When we were done with lunch, we were cleaning up when my father walked to me. "Hey baby, you okay?" he asked. I honestly wasn't feeling so good but I nodded and smiled up at him. "I'm gonna go take a walk with Georgina, will you be okay with them?"
"Yes daddy," I nodded and pushed him gently. "Go have that romantic walk." 
"Yes ma'am," he blew me a kiss and jogged off to meet Georgina. I helped Nadine finish cleaning and when we finished, we sat inside her pretty white kitchen drinking lemonade.
"So, what do you think of your father and my daughter?" she asked, sitting across from me.
"I like them together," I nodded and smiled. "My dad's really happy with her and she with him."
"Georgina is in love with him," Nadine cheesed. "She's so whipped."
"My daddy most likely feels the same way and if he does and they stay together, I can promise that he'll take care of her," I spoke proudly of my father. "He's the best there is."
"I'm sure of it." Just as she spoke, Liam came laughing into his phone.
"Yeah, I'll be right there," he walked to the fridge and took out a can of soda. He ended the call, gave a kiss to his mom's cheek and smiled at me. "Momma, I'm gonna go to Benson's house real quick."
"Drive safe," she said. "Say goodbye to Hayden."
"Goodbye Hayden," he winked at me and walked off. My eyes widened and I looked at Nadine.
"He's a flirt, don't worry about him." Right. I nodded and closed my eyes for a second.
"C-could I go lay down, please?" I whispered. I wasn't feeling so good and my body was beginning to get sore.
"You're not looking so good," Nadine jumped off the chair and walked to me. "LIAM!" Wasn't Liam already leaving?"
"Mom?" Liam appeared, frowning. "I'm gonna be late!"
"Liam, help her to the guest room," Nadine snapped. "She needs to rest." Liam's eyes went to me and he frowned even harder before dropping his keys and soda on the table and picking me up. He walked gently to a guest bedroom on the second floor and rested me on the bed. 
I silently cried and closed my eyes. "Please, don't tell my dad, he's happy right now and that's all that matters."
"Don't tell him that you're in pain?" Liam asked as he pulled the blankets over me. "Mom, call Georgina."
"I'm sorry honey, we have to call her," Nadine sighed and went for the phone. She called and I cried harder. Liam wiped my tears away and I pushed his hand away. "Their on their way." I didn't say anything...I needed my father but he needed his happiness and if I die, he'll only have Georgina.
"Hayden!" five minutes later, came my father breathing hard. "Damn baby, what happened?" Liam stood up and my father sat in his spot. "I thought you were feeling better."
"I'm sorry daddy," I climbed onto his lap and buried my face in his throat. "I don't feel so good anymore, take me home please."
"Okay baby," he kissed my head. "Guys, it was a pleasure, I'm sorry things had to end this way. Nadine, Liam, thank you for being with her." He stood up with me in his arms. "Baby, I'll see you soon."
"Call me if anything," Georgina whispered. 
"Call any one of us," Nadine said. "We care, you're family."
We left. The same night I had to spend a few nights in the hospital.. stupid cancer..
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Snuggled under the covers of her bed in the pre-dawn hours of that late October morning, Annie awoke to the sound of her daddy’s cry. The painful yell and loud thud of his feet as they hit the floor echoed through the long, narrow trailer. Her heart hammered. Filled with terror, she heard the unmistakable fear in her father’s words as he bellowed, “I feel like my head’s going to explode!”
Annie’s head jerked toward the shared room next to hers where her two brothers bound out of their bunk beds, stumbling over each other to get out the door. They hustled down the hallway. She followed close on their heels.
The family now gathered in her parents’ bedroom, fear clawed at her as she watched her daddy press both hands to his temples. She felt the blood drain from her face when soft whimpers escaped his throat. Her eyes darted from Daddy to Mommy’s tear-stained face then flitted over the terrified expressions of the boys; fear hung heavy in the room. The furthest thing from anyone’s mind was that this was the morning of Annie’s ninth birthday.
Her three-year-old daughter’s face lit up at the sound of the key in the lock. Annie watched Amanda run into her daddy’s arms, noticed smiles on both their faces, watched him lift the toddler into the air and press her little face to his. Heart warmed at the special bond between a father and daughter, Annie smiled.

Two years passed. Annie watched Amanda loop her arm through her daddy’s and smile up at him as if he were the love of her life. Annie’s eyes misted.
Three years later, eight-year-old Amanda enfolded her arms around her daddy’s waist, stepped on his shoes, and swayed as he danced her around the room. A distant memory stirred in Annie. Sadness enveloped her, and her eyes brimmed.
Alone that evening she yanked a notepad out of the desk drawer, face contorted with a rage that masked deep, deep hurt. Annie put pen to paper, hand energized as angry questions flowed. It didn’t matter that the questions were to a father who’d passed away five years ago, twenty years after the five the doctor predicted. What mattered was thirty years of bottled emotions spewed forth – emotions so raw that the angry words almost ripped through the page as she asked:

After you got well, why didn’t you dance with me and twirl me around the room to the records on our stereo the way you used to? Was I somehow to blame; did I cause your illness? Did I do something wrong to make you not want to be close to me anymore? Why did you keep a physical and emotional arm’s length from me during and after your illness? Did you know that your indifference made me feel unimportant, inadequate – invisible? Did you care?

Questions asked, Annie’s writing slowed as the anger and frustration ebbed. Her brow furrowed as memories surfaced, memories of how distant her father was after he came home from his long hospital stay. Memories of how anxious he became as each October rolled around. “Why?” Annie asked into the empty room.
As if she’d finally asked the right question, the answer came to her. His illness struck on her birthday, making her a constant reminder to her father of his imminent mortality. And each time her birthday rolled around, it meant he was one year closer to dying.
Her head spun at the revelation. Hot tears stung her eyes. She stared at the blurred paper as the insight gave her compassion for the man she’d grown to resent over the years. For the first time, she saw things from her father’s perspective. Annie thought about what must have gone through his mind when he’d heard the doctor’s words: did he wonder if he’d recuperate; wonder how his family would survive if he didn’t; wonder if he’d somehow let his family down?
She grabbed a tissue and dried her eyes, washed with a sense of understanding. At long last, the heart that was broken so long ago felt at peace. Her childish fear that she was to blame for her father’s illness and the misery her family endured afterward, she knew, would no longer haunt her. Instinctively, she now understood her Daddy never meant his aloofness to hurt any of them; he’d simply been afraid – afraid to leave his family alone, afraid to die. Detachment, both in the form of emotional distance and in alcohol, made it easier for him to face the inevitable.
Annie blew her nose as she pictured his face, smiling, loving – the way it looked before that fateful morning. She remembered the music from that old stereo and how she use to put her arms around his waist, step on his shoes, and sway as he danced her around the room. She remembered whispering, “I love you, Daddy” and his smiled response, “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

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