Seventy Nine

SHELLY

His coarse hands guarded my delicate frame as I sat on his lap and laid on his firm bosom, I was young, fourteen years old to be precise, and as proud as I was to be my papa’s daughter, I would jump on him whenever he came back from work.

He would get me sweets and chocolates and every damn thing a child craved for. To be honest, I was the dream girl my peers wanted to be like and I never seized to rub it in their faces... I wish I still can.

My mama was always away, either to pick food items or go visit a friend or just take a stroll, but barely was she ever at home. My papa was the only one that gave me due attention and spoilt me like the princess I was, hence I was completely vulnerable with him, not like anyone expected different from a fourteen-year-old.

Tenderly, he stroked my hair and whispered nice words to me. I smiled, lost in my fantasies of having Wild Crest Pack's most loving papa. When I was with Aaliyah, it was papa this and hardly mama that, to be fair, I abu