The love and care of a daddy (private)

[cutecat666]

I got out the car slamming the door of the old piece of junk as I did so. She is such a bitch. I hate her I really do...ok no I don't but I wish I did. She is my mother so part of me will always crave her love and approval but now she is so sick of me and so horny for her new gross boyfriend she is dumping me at my Uncle's for the next six months.

Stuff like this has been happening to me ever since my dad died when I was 8. He died in a car crash, which I was also in...I still have nightmares about it. When dad died mum lost it. She couldn't cope. She turned to drinking and was always worried about losing the house. She often took her frustration out on me. Now I was never beaten to a pulp or anything but I don't know how often she has slapped or punched me. She stopped caring for me the day dad died and since then I have had to fend for myself. Becoming an adult at the age of 8 is hard. Since I haven't been cared for since then I have barely grown, I think part of it is due to the trauma of the crash and my father death. Also since then I have had slight problems when the bathroom is considered but have been able to keep control of it by only eating and drinking the bare minimum. I still however often have stains in my underwear, which the few times mum caught me with got me a slap and I was made to wear the same pair of underwear all week...by the end of the week I smelled like a diaper. Stuff just got worse when mum started dating. She has been with a few ass holes but this new guy is the worse. His name is Jo and I am pretty sure he is a drug dealer. He is an ass to me and often hurts me alot worse than mum. Since he came around I have got a whole bunch of new scars. He was also one of the main factors mum was sending me to live with someone I barely know. She wanted time alone with Jo but she also wanted rid of me her lesbian freak daughter. She caught me touching myself once while looking at picture of girls and since then I have been filth to her. I haven't touched myself since then. That was my first time trying it and well it was pretty traumatic considering my mum gave me a black eye for it and has barely talked to me since.

I grabbed my bag from the car, which held my clothes, my sketchbook, my laptop (which I save for a year to buy from my part time job) and my stuffed bear. I have had the bear since I was 4 and my daddy bought it for me. I still can't sleep without it though never admit it. I am very attached to the old scruffy bear. That isn't the only embarrassing habit I have. One habit which didn't develop till mum started being guys around the house was sucking my thumb for comfort. I do it when I sleep and sometimes when I'm really upset or tired. It was humiliating but I couldn't stop.

As soon as my bags were out the car mum drove off leaving me in front of my Uncle's house. I felt tears well up in my eyes but held them back and took a deep breath. You know she hates you so why are you so shocked and upset by this? I thought.

I turned to the house and walked up to the door. I counted to ten before shyly knocking on the door. I am very small as I already said. I technically am too small to even sit in a car without a car seat. I have short brown hair, which I got cut short last year. When mum saw it she shaved my head it has only recently got to a length I like and a length I don't get stared at for. It is a boyish cut with a fringe that covers my eyes slightly. I am very pale and have blue eyes, which always look tiered because I have real trouble sleeping. Even though I don't eat much I'm not really skinny still having the childish puppy fat all young kids have, which makes me look even younger. I was dressed in black jeans, a red and black checked shirt, which was way too big a grey hoodie with the hood up even though it wasn't raining, a pair of old worn out trainers, a bra I don't need but insist on wearing to feel at least partly normal and a pair of boys boxers, they were light blue but now had a slight yellow stain in them and a small skid mark. To be honest I don't even notice the state of my underwear anymore.

[ishigreen]

Ralph, a yellow blond man, having been quite unsuccessful in love, now lived alone.

He had a nice blue four door sedan in the drive way which was all made of something like brick. The approach to the front door was not very stylish as the place was rather a bachelor's pad. The yard was nearly non-existant in the front, and in the back, barely enough room for a picnic table and his grill that he often used.

Ralph was about to turn 37 years old, and he really couldn't remember the last time his sister had talked to him. He rarely saw any family these days, and so was quite surprised his sister even remembered his phone number. But now, after only having heard that she needed a break from her no good rebellious daughter just the night before he was facing trying turn his little bachelor's pad into a nice home for a child.

She had barely said that she was sending the child to him that next day, and that she would be out of reach for the next six months, so that he didn't really learn what her age was. He spent nearly half the morning that day cleaning up and fixing the one spare bedroom for a girl. He didn't really know what to put in there other than a couple of blankets for the bed, a dresser for her under clothes, and maybe a table for now that would serve as a desk. It was just an old cheap folding card table, but it would have to do for now.

He looked up at the clock after he had prepared the room and noted that it was now about ten in the morning. She didn't even tell him for sure when she would be dropping his niece off. His sister didn't even think it important to remind him of his niece's name. He wished he could have stayed in contact, but it seemed his sister didn't care to keep in touch.

Ralph sighed and sat on the shabby brown couch with many spill stains from wild parties. He only had one sofa and two chairs for furniture besides the television in the living room area. The dining room was really just a little space off from the kitchen with a small table in it. And the kitchen was tiny!

There was barely any room at all for Ralph to turn around as he did any cooking or went to get something from the fridge.

Ralph finally thought he heard a car pull up, and then the doorbell.
He walked to the front door and opened it to a very small girl staring up at him, and no mother with her? Where was her mother going?

He bent down to her level.

"Hi there. My name is Uncle Ralph. Just to be sure, what was your name again?" he asked her.

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When he opened the door I looked him up and down but never made eye contact. I haven't seem him since I was very young. When he bent down to my height I cringed. I hate it when people treat me like a little kid.

However when he asked my name I soon realized his mistake was probably not his fault. I thought he perhaps knew about me coming before I did but it seems he didn't. So mum has basically sent me to live with a stranger. Great.

"Fucking hell"I muttered under my breath. I often use bad language even though I have a wide vocabulary. "My names Lily and I'm 16 so please stop talking to me like a child." I said and walked right past him and into the house.

I looked around and shrugged. It was nicer than our place is now Our place is full of empty bottles of wine and glass is everywhere. It wasn't that nice but I could put up with this place for the next six months. Putting up with my Uncle on the other hand won't be so easy. My plan was just to avoid him like the plague.

[ishigreen]

Ralph stood aside as she pushed past him and entered the living room. He was a little heavy, and it took quite some power from the little girl to push him aside, but he chuckled to himself. Sixteen! Time really has flown.

"Sixteen?" he nearly wanted to faint. Had it been that long.

"Well, I'm afraid I don't have much to offer, but you will find your room on the left. The bathroom door is in the middle and my room is on the right. You can start unpacking or rest some if you like."

What was Ralph going to do with a teenager? Well, it was no wonder the mother was having difficulty. He had heard that teenagers were difficult enough, and this little girl didn't look very happy to him. He could only guess at what you might say or do with a sixteen year old.

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I rolled my eyes at the shocked expression on his face as he tried to wrap his head around my age. I just nodded when he said where my room was and left.I headed to the room and sighed as I dumped my bag on the floor.

Well this is going to be a dull six months. I opened my bag and right away pulled out my teddy who I hid under my pillow. I then put my sketchbook and drawing stuff in the top drawer of the bed side table. I love art and drawing is how I vent my frustration and because of that many of my drawings are quite dark and personal. I setup my laptop on the small makeshift desk he had put out for me and put away some cloths. All of my underwear was stained and worn out. The few pairs of jeans I owned were all quite dark so the small stains on them weren't noticeable.

Once I was done that I lay down on the bed and just looked up at the sealing with a sigh. What now? What about school? The schools were off the next few days but I assume after that he will be sending me to a local school. I hate school. Not because I hate learning. I love it actually but I just hate being the school freak as I always am and always will be.

[ishigreen]

Ralph gave her a good thirty minutes to unpack before he came in on her with a loud knock to her door to announce he was opening it.

"Lily? Why are you shutting yourself up in here? I'd like to talk and get to know who my house guest is going to be for the next six months."

Ralph had brown eyes that seemed to peer into your soul when he looked at you, but truthfully, he rarely really concentrated on who he was looking at. His shirt was plaid and button down polyester. His pants were cream colored dress style, and his hair was very neatly combed.

"Why don't you come and tell me what you like to do. Maybe we'll find something we both like and then we can make plans to do it?"

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I jumped when I heard a knock at the door and sat up. I looked at him and cringed. He wasn't going to make this easy at all was he. I sighed and thought for a moment. What if he hurts me like mum and Jo have been? What if he is worse? I thought.

However even though I was rather scared of him I still put on a brave face and gave a classic sarcastic teen comment. "I like to be alone. We can both be alone. Me in here you someplace else." I told him bluntly but was inwardly screaming at myself worried he would hurt me for talking to him in such away but if I showed my fear it would just be so much worse right?

[ishigreen]

Ralph shook his head. He was not going to be talked to like that, even though the teen was his niece.

"You don't talk to your elders like that," he reprimanded her. "Get out her and talk to me if you want to be treated like an adult," he said and then turned to leave her the choice. He wasn't going to be mean or harsh, but she was going to respect him in his own house.

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I cringed. I hated when people say stuff like that. Why do people right away deserve respect just because they are older than me? The way he talked to be also confused me. He was quite clearly not happy by how I talked to him but he didn't sound mad ether.

I sighed and stood up and came out of my room. I had pulled my hood back up and didn't look at him as I came out the room. I just sighed and said quietly. "What do you want from me?" I asked. I can follow orders but when I am in a new situation like this I have no idea what to do so I just act strong and push people away. At home I just get orders shouted at me.

[ishigreen]

"First of all," Ralph smiled at her. "I want you to treat me as an adult human and not a dog. You can ignore a dog and tell it to go to some corner, but this is my house that you are staying as a guest in, so please treat me like I'm a person. Second, I want you to act like a teenager which means if you have a problem, you let me know, and if not, you just try to tolerate the rules I set down that are meant to keep you safe. Is that understood?"

He sat on the worn out sofa and looked at Lily with a half a smile on his face.

"So, how about you just pretend I'm not a dog for now, and call me Uncle Ralph and tell me what activities you like to get out and do?"