I guess it was kind of sweet… “You'll do fine, bitch.”
I wanted help with my homework, but he needed to go to the store real quick, to fetch my mom some medication for her allergies – or things could get serious.
I understood that, but I didn't know why he was petting my hair, and being nice.
“You want any candy?” He asked. “Maybe a soda?”
Really? Soda made me so moist and bouncy.
“Yeah, just work on your math while you wait.”
Yay.
“You'll do fine, bitch. Just try.”
“Fuck you, old guy!” I yell. That was the last thing I ever said to my dad. I never got that fucking soda, but I'm a fat titty monster, slurping them down – at this point. I'm B cup level now – probably where I'll proudly stay forever.
That's right, old man. Your daughter is a b cup; the best cup, according to you. I'm the perfect female specimen, and I'm coming for you. I'm coming for you, daddy.
Mom's become a literal bitch without meds, and I need something to fight and fuck – might as well start with my roots.