Fan Fiction ❯ Great For Sure ❯ Great For Sure ( Chapter 1 )

Great For Sure

by Nana

 

A/N: Well I own everything here, so I guess there's no need to do a disclaimer. I should probably give you some warnings, as you might be uncomfortable with some of the topics…there's teen pregnancy, prostitution, and a lot of cursing, but it's mainly about a father-daughter relationship progressing over time. Corny yes, but who doesn't like corn? ::Gnaws on a cob of it.::

 

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I'm dressed all sweet in my Church clothes, or what they would be if I went to Church anymore. I've stopped, can't be bothered. God's not worth my Sunday. Anyway these are my good-girl clothes, what I wear for Daddy cos he'd gotta see me good, see Mama good or he might get custody and I dunno know what that is but Mama says it's a bad thing. It sounds t'me like a sickness and while I can't quite see how Dad's seein' us'll make him sick I don't wanna risk it. If he gets sick he won't come an' see us every month.

Mama's dressed up real good too, she's got her pretty red shirt that doesn't show her boobies off and a long black skirt all the way down to the floor. She looks real pretty, not like when she's going to work and she looks like one of the ladies in those magazines Matthew (that's Mom's boyfriend) likes to read sometimes. I dunno what Mama does ta get her moneys but she says I shouldn't ever do it cos I'll lose my self-respect. Mama says she lost hers and she's got a perfume called that so I thought that was what she meant and I found it but that turned out to be wrong. Self-respect is something else, I think it's when you don't get called a whore alla time by guys who know you on the street.

Yeah so we're both dressed up, real pretty for Daddy. Matthew's working today and he don't know we're gonna see Dad, if he knew he'd be really mad cos he hates my Daddy and he hates that Mommy keeps trying to see him. He's okay with her job though, what that's got to do with it I don't quite know but yeah. Matthew hates Dad so we can't say nothing about seeing him today.

I can't wait though, I'm real excited `nd it's gonna be great, Dad and me is gonna have a whole lotta fun. I dunno what we're gonna do but whatever it is I'll like it cos it's Daddy. I'm so glad I get to see `im cos a lot of kids in my class don't get to see their daddies at all, they's either dead or hatin' on their moms or something.

It's gonna be good, Mommy says so. She says we're maybe gonna go to a real restaurant, you know one that isn't McDonalds, if I'm good and I don't get Daddy mad at me. And he's not gonna be mad at me, no sir. It'll be great for sure, it's gotta be.

 

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Jesus Holy Christ on a stick I cannot believe my mom's making me see my dad again. I do not wanna trek all the way out to New York fuckin' city. At the very least she could go with me, I hate visiting him at that goddamn bar but she's busy. Busy, hah, she's prolly just whoring herself out like she always does. It's not like she gets paid crap for it anyway and Grandpa's always offering her a job at his store, y'know office work and all that shit. But she won't take it and she won't let me, I need a job damn it, how am I supposed to afford to go anyplace with my friends if I ain't got no money? She says though that she'd rather die then work for `that man.' C'mon though, it's her dad, Christ sakes he's not a bad guy. Kind of stinky but a nice old man.

Now my old man, he's different. He's a friggin' bartender so he's usually drunk off his ass himself, sort of like how my friend Dana works at that chocolate shop and now she's fat from all the chocolate she's been eating. Daddy's pretty much an alcoholic and half the time he's not even there when I go ta meet him at work, and when he is his goddamn womanizing bastard of a best friend is there too tryin' to hit on me!

So I don't like that and besides, I got other shit to do. I'm almost a grown woman so it's not like I don't got a life of my own. I don't wanna spend my Sundays with Daddy's fuckwit of a friend breathing his skanky breath in my face and trying to get his hands between my legs, Daddy not doing fuck all to stop him. I got friends, I got a boyfriend, I got homework which I don't do but I might if I had time on Sundays. Last week I missed out on another sleepover cos Dana can't do nothing on Friday nights n'more, that's when her boyfriend Andrew's in town ta see her.

Well this Sunday I am not going, no crapping way in hell am I gonna see that man again. Maybe if we could meet somewhere that ain't the bar, like if he could try to schedule it someday when he doesn't have work then I'd consider it. I hate that bar and I hate everybody in it, all those fucking drunks thinkin' I'm a whore just cos I don't have any shirts that fit me anymore. S'not my fault we ain't got no money and I can't afford no new clothes and I've got the one's I've had since I was ten. Everything's too fucking tight and I look like a slut, I look like Mom and I don't wanna but what're you gonna do right? It's either that or go buck naked and that'd be even worse.

Yeah. No more dad, if he wants ta see me he'll have to work it out in some other goddamn place. This Sunday I'm spending with my boyfriend Gunther, and we're gonna have the best fuck anybody's ever had, right on my bed because there's no one there but me and Mom no more, Matthew left a little while ago with all of our savings, and Mom's not gonna be home anyhow. Gunther and me, making love and it'll be fucking perfect. I can't wait.

 

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Another Sundays come and gone and I still haven't see Dad yet. He doesn't even know about the baby, so far that's been secret between me and Mom. I ain't even tellin' Gunther yet, cos he'll be all `Oh Holy God Shit, I have sinned like a motherfucker and now I gotta go pure-ee-fy myself and you baby.' God that guy is kinda crazy sometimes. I mean I love him, so much as I understand the concept anyhow. I'll tell him soon, when I'm ready an' all.

I'm countin' on it bein' a little girl cos me and Mom're both fuck-ups and we need some one in our line ta make up fer it. Mom's a hooker and I might as well be, I mean look at me god, I'm only seventeen and I'm pregnant! Ma says she had me at that same age so she's not really ashamed of me or nothin' but I'm ashamed of myself. It didn't even occur to me that Gunther and me should maybe use a condom or somethin', he said it wasn't gonna feel as good if we did. An' all I wanted was to feel good. Hurt though, felt like shit and nothing, dunno what I went and did it with `im for. Gunther seemed to like it though so I guess it's good I'm makin' him happy.

Not gonna go see Dad, not like this. I ain't seen `im since I was a cute ol' little girl, well maybe a little older but I wasn't pregnant or nothin'. He'd prolly tell me to get an abortion `r something…I couldn't do that though…church says it's wrong and it's not like I believe `em but Mom'd beat my ass, and hell I'm gettin' kinda attached to the little darling. It's a baby after all, baby's `r cute. Hell Ma managed to raise me up even if she did haveta be a prostitute to do it, I can do the same thing and I'll be a-okay fine. Just can't tell Daddy, can't trust `im not ta say hey Kaylie you're a fuckin' whore jes like yer Mom.

 

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Wedding night, baby in my arms `nd Gunther off flirting with some goddang whore bitch frienda his but I can't be bothered. Deacon, that's my baby, has been keepin' me way too busy to care about what my stupid sonofabitch husbands up to. I guess I don't ezzackly love him but that's okay `cause I love this baby to absolute death and Gunther's got a job'n everything, he's a lil' older then me. It's not like I'll be goin' ta college `r anything, I gotta child to care for and Daddy spent all the money on booze. Right now I'm not caring but I know that's gonna bug me later.

Anyway Dad's here, haven't seen `im in forever and forty-six years, though he'd feel the need to tell me I ain't been alive so long if I told him that. He actually headed down `ere from Manhattan to be'at my wedding and he's sayin' Gunther an' me and the baby should all move to his place cos he'd put us up an' all. It's too expensive there though and I got my whole life here so I dunno I'll think about it. I don't really wanna but I can't say no when he's bein' so sweet ya know? He's actually been talkin' to me like what I say matters and no one's ever done that before.

Startin' to wish I'd seen `im a little more back when I was still y'know, a kid, cos I'm a mom now an' I'm an adult…I gotta learn to relate to this guy like I'm not six years old or a bitchy sixteen. I'm grown now even if I'm not really ready ta be, even if I don't got no one to teach me howta do that right. Still it's nice ta have somethin' to work on, I want my baby boy ta have a granpa. An' a granma, I gotta track down Mom. I'ma be okay, me'n Deacon an' Gunther's all gonna be okay. Dad's been saying he'll help me out if I need it an' I will. I'm lookin' forward t'my life t'night, even though I'm scared. It's gonna be great for sure, it's gotta be.

 

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Nana: I'm not really sure how to explain this. >.o I wrote as a diversion from my main story, big projects can drive you crazy sometimes. That doesn't mean I didn't work hard though! Oh and I'm aware of the lack of proper English, that's intentional. ^^; You probably knew that.

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