***ALL PARTICIPANTS ARE OVER 18***
*****PLEASE RATE AND COMMENT AFTERWARD*****
McKenzie, Daddy, and I make quick work of the messy backyard before moving in to the disastrous living room. At almost 8pm, I watch my Daddy grab up his keys and mumble about heading to the grocery store to get some supplies for dinner since none of us remembered to eat anything. I'm just tying up another of the dozens of garbage bags when I feel McKenzie staring at me, questions burning in her eyes a second before she blushes to the roots of her hair.
"We went to see my Mother, again." I say as I toss the garbage bag toward the front door with the others. I shake open a blue recycling garbage bag and walk toward the table piled high with beer or soda cans. "She told me that she never wanted me and said that her biggest regret in life was having me." I explain emotionlessly as my best friend sweeps the table's contents into the bag I'm holding. "She also confessed to a shit ton of abortions before and after my birth."
McKenzie shakes her head and her face is a mask of disgust. "What a bitch."
I nod as the last of the cans fall into the bag and start to tie it off. "Daddy's divorcing her."
McKenzie cheers and claps her hands once. "About damned time!" she hoots excitedly and does a little shimmy with her hips. "We should throw another party!" she states, but then her gaze drifts to the pile of garbage bags near the front door and she sighs, her face back to one of disgust. "Then, again. Maybe we shouldn't." she laughs before she heads into the kitchen to grab the surface cleaner and some paper towels. "I just can't believe her, Shayenne..."
I nod as I reach into the cabinet for some fabric freshener. "I know. So selfish."
"I'm not talking about just her selfishness, Shayenne." McKenzie states as she sprays the nearest table top with cleaner and starts to wipe it down. "I mean, yeah. It was totally selfish of her to have so many abortions, but it was even shittier of her to tell you guys about it. You know?" McKenzie queries with another shake of her head as she moves on to cleaning the next flat surface. "I mean, there she is in a hospital bed with a bunch of injuries, facing a ton of jail time for nearly killing a bunch of kids, and she decides to be utterly cruel to you and your Father instead of showing a hint of fear or remorse..." she trails off and frowns as she scrubs the table.
"I mean, a normal person would realize that this is the time you really need your family close, no?" she asks, but I know it's a rhetorical question because she continues speaking without waiting for me to reply. "Not Luna Soleil! She made a bunch of really hurtful confessions to drive an even deeper wound into your relationship and I'm sure that didn't make your Father too happy, so he's also pulling away from her." she continues analyzing the situation with another shake of her head as she moves to the last surface to clean. She sprays and wipes as she frowns at her reflection in the counter top. "It's not just selfish, it's downright cruel. She wanted to hurt you both so deeply that you'll never forgive her and who does that?!"
"My mother does." I confess as I spray down the sofa before reaching for the vacuum.
McKenzie shakes her head, again. "That fucking bitch has a screw loose deep in her head."
"Language, McKenzie." my Daddy calls from the doorway that we hadn't heard open.
McKenzie blushes to the roots of her hair. "Sorry, Mr. Soleil."
I smirk and roll my eyes as I vacuum the sofa, then I look around the room with pride.
"Looks good, girls." my Daddy calls from the kitchen as he places a few items into the refrigerator. "Sunshine, you should change the sheets on your bed since McKenzie is staying over, again." he commands me and smiles a private smile before his gaze drifts to my face. He winks when he sees me blush, then he reaches for a few pots from the hanging rack above him.
"Oh, thanks, but I can't stay tonight." McKenzie says quickly and blushes terribly.
I stare at her in shock. "But it's Saturday. You always stay over on Saturday."
"I know. I know!" McKenzie replies and her face immediately changes to one of regret. "I totally want to and I know that I royally fuβ" she starts and quickly turns to my Father's quirked eyebrow before looking back at me. "I know that I royally
messed
up yesterday by passing out cold on your bed and missing your actual birthday and I know that you need girl time, but my Dad called this family meeting..." she rambles and sighs as she buries her hands into the back pockets of her denim shorts, a sign of pure nervousness. "He wasn't happy about the stuff I wore to your party or the...umm..." she trails off with another worried glace at my Daddy before she steps closer to me and whispers. "...the smell of booze coming off of me."
I nod and glare at her. "Good. Maybe he'll ground you."
She pouts as she stares up into my face. "I said I was sorry, Shayenne."
"And you promise, right? No more?" I demand with narrowed eyes.
She nods quickly. "I swear it. Not a drop without parental consent."
I nod back at her, then lift the vacuum to put it away. "Good."
She helps put the last of the cleaning products away, then helps me carry all of the garbage bags to the side of the house to be put out on Monday morning. "Be right back." she calls a second before she dashes upstairs to the bathroom.
I lock the front door and head into the kitchen to wash my hands.
Charleston presses his warm body behind me and pins me against the sink, our lower bodies perfectly lined up and his obvious arousal pressing between my ass cheeks. "What was all of that whispering about, Sunshine?" he asks with a press of his lips to the pulse beating erratically in my neck. "You being a naughty girl and sharing secrets?"
I moan and push my ass back against his hard on. "Just about her drinking, Daddy."
He immediately pulls away and turns me to face him. "Her
what
?!"
My eyes widen as I see angry Daddy. Detective Daddy. "She...um...she drinks to deal."
"A fucking minor was drunk in my house last night, Shayenne?" he growls angrily.
I frown, hurt by the deliberate use of my given name. "She's 18 now, Daddy."
"Don't play with me, Shayenne." Charleston growls in warning, his eyes narrowing. "The legal drinking age is 21 and you know this. How could you let her drink and here in this house, no less?" he hisses when the door clicks open upstairs and footsteps echo McKenzie's decent. "If something had happened to her while she was here and drunk, do you know what could have happened to my job? Your mother wasn't enough of drunk that you allowed your friend to put us at risk too?! Damn it, Shayenne, I expect better from you." he snaps before turning his back on me to return to cooking. His body and jaw are tense, the muscles in his face clenching as he grits his teeth. He reaches to his left, toward me, to lift another item and doesn't even look at me.
I watch him for a few seconds before swallowing down my emotions and turning back to the sink to finish washing my hands. I dry them on a dish towel and carefully hang it back on its bar before grabbing the dinner plates to set the table. I don't say anything to McKenzie, but I see her head to the cabinets to grab the glassware and she helps finish setting the table.
"I'll be right back." I call and dash up the stairs to the bathroom where I finally cry out my tears. I know that Daddy has every right to be upset with me for allowing McKenzie to drink at all, let alone here in the house of a freaking cop, but I can't help being hurt by the way he spoke to me. The logical side of my brain knows that he's my Father and that he spoke to me the way a Father should speak to their Daughter when something stupid is done; but the woman who spent an amazing two days with that man between her legs feels belittled and very upset.
The door opens as I sniffle and glare up at the man in question. "Go away, Daddy."
He kneels before me so that we're eye to eye. "I'm sorry, Sunshine." he sighs as he wipes the tears from beneath my eyes with his thumbs. "I shouldn't have said that shit about your mother and McKenzie being a risk that you allowed to happen. That wasn't fair." he admits with another sigh as he examines my angry face. "My emotions are high after everything that happened with your mother earlier, but that's no excuse. I shouldn't have said what I said, let alone said it the way that I said it. I'm really sorry, baby."
I sniffle and pout. "I hate when you call me Shayenne and even worse while you're mad at me, Daddy." I confess with another sniffle and my lower lip trembles as my eyes refill. "It makes me feel like you're putting a wall up between us and I really don't like that. I don't like feeling like you're pushing me away. I can't be Shayenne when you're mad at me and Sunshine when you're not. You can't use my name to punish me, Daddy." I whimper miserably.
He wraps his arms around me and hugs me close. "I'm sorry I did that, Sunshine." he whispers and hugs me closer. He rubs my back when I cry, then pulls away to wipe my tears away, again. "I don't mean to use your name to punish you, Shayenne." he says, then places his index finger against my lips when I would have spoken. "It's your name. When I'm reprimanding you, I use whatever name pops into my head. Yes, I prefer to call you my Sunshine more often than not, but Shayenne is your name. I'm going to use it and most especially when you're in trouble for something. Endearments won't make my message clear when I really need you to hear me, Shayenne."
I make a face at the usage of my name.
He chuckles. "Such a brat." he laughs with a rolling of his eyes, then he meets my gaze once more. "No more drinking in this house, Shayenne. I've never seen you touch the stuff, but you're no exception. Not you, not me, not McKenzie. I make myself clear, young lady?" he asks in his deepest, most growliest no-nonsense Detective's voice.
I nod to comply. "Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl." he says with a smile and leans forward to press a soft kiss to my lips. He reaches up to wipe the last of my tears away with his thumbs then nods at the sink. "Wash your face with cold water and take a few minutes to calm down, then come to the table. Dinner is almost ready. I better hurry back down. I left McKenzie stirring the Alfredo sauce."
"Mmmmm...white cream on my tongue." I purr and lick my lips exaggeratingly.