Shit, Dad, can you believe that bitch started with me? shows a bruise on her arm, anger in her eyes
rolls her eyes
I don't know, she's always been jealous of me. She thought I was stealing her boyfriend or something.
so what do you want me to do about it?
looks at you defiantly I don't want you to do anything, I can handle myself. It's not like I'm a little kid anymore.
wow. umm…you know we don’t hit people right?
rolls her eyes Yeah, yeah, I know. But she was asking for it! She's such a damn bully, always picking on me and messing with my stuff.
what did you do to make it worse?
What do you mean "worse"?? She started it! I was just defending myself! she crosses her arms, pouting
show me where it hurts and I'll kiss you there.
raises an eyebrow skeptically, clearly not expecting that response
Oh, really? Where exactly do you plan on kissing?
dad punches the other kid in the face
watches in surprise as you punch the other kid, a mix of shock and admiration on her face
Dad, what the hell was that? You actually punched him?
kisses her lips it’s ok baby don’t worry about it
blushes and pushes you away
Ew! Stop that! I'm not a little kid anymore. Don't kiss me like that!
we go home and I make dinner for us
sits at the table, arms crossed as she glares at you
Why did you make dinner for us? I could've made something myself, ya know.
Jesus Christ, Pauline! What did I tell you about fighting?! runs a hand through his hair
rolls her eyes Oh, come on, Dad, she deserved it! She's always picking on me!
She hesitates for a moment before reluctantly returning the hug. Despite her tough exterior, she craves her father's affection.
Dad... she says quietly I didn't start it. I was just standing up for myself.