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No Longer Daddy’s Little Girl
“I can’t believe you’re being so impossible!” Mark Thomas glared at his daughter Kristen.
“What, Dad? What exactly am I doing that has you so upset?” Kristen shouted.
“You’re attitude, for one! I’ve never herd you talk back to me like this. You’re clothes, for another. You’re dressed like a damn slut. Is this what you wear everyday? No wonder you get sent home so much.”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? All the girls at my school dress like this!”
“I don’t care what the other girls at school do. I care about what you do.”
“Like hell you do!” Kristen‘s face turned bright red and she tried to storm out of the living room, but her father grabbed her arm and held her back. She yanked her arm out of his grasp and ran upstairs to her room. Mark followed her. She tried to slam the door in his face, but he managed to get into the room.
“Kristen, you’re going to talk to me in a polite tone of voice. I don’t care what it takes. You’re not leaving this room until you talk to me,” he said.
“What do want to talk about, Dad? Because I’m listening, believe me,” the young girl said.
Mark took a deep breath. “I just don’t understand what’s gotten into you, sweetie. Why have you been so difficult lately?”
“It’s a girl thing. You wouldn’t understand.”
“I understand more then you know, young lady. And I know that hormones don’t cause you to rebel.”
“What if I’m not rebelling? What if I’m just acting how I’m meant to act? You never answered my first question, by the way. What am I doing that has you so upset?”
“A million things! Where to start? And were did you get those clothes? And that makeup? That is not appropriate makeup for a girl your age.”
“You forgot to say that I cut more classes then I attend, I cheat on tests, and I’ve started smoking again,” said Kristen mockingly.
“I can’t lecture you about smoking. I think that’s my fault. I should have never introduced you to cigarettes. I should have quit when you were born.”
“Well, you didn’t so if you’re done lecturing me, I could really use a cigarette.” Kristen pulled out a pack of cigarettes and selected one. Her father grabbed it out of her hand and threw it on the floor.
“You will not smoke it front of me, young lady. God, you’re horrible! Where did you pick up these bad habits, because it certainly wasn’t from me?” Mark looked at his daughter in disgust.
“You just said it was all you fault!” Kristen shouted.
“I did not. I said, that it’s my fault you smoke,” said Mark. “But you must have picked up the rest of your behavior on the street.”
“Well, maybe I’ll just go live on the street!” Kristen pointed at her window. “Okay, then, I’m out. See you later....or not.”
“Kristen, STOP.”
Kristen whirled around. “Wow, you decided to use the angry voice. I’m so scared. Bye.” She made a second attempt to leave.
“Kristen, if you walk out that door, I swear to you I will….”
She whirled around again, still angry but also on the verge of tears. “You’ll what? You can’t make me do anything. Face it; you have no control over me anymore. You lost it the day Mom left. Well now I’m leaving. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Mark shook his head. “You’ve already lost most of my trust and respect. Do you really want to loose my love too?”
Kristen looked into his face, and for a moment, her tough façade crumpled and she looked like an innocent, sad little girl again. So she opened her mouth and spoke the two most long-overdue words that she had ever said: “I’m sorry.” Then she walked out the door. Mark hung his head.