Thread: Taking Care of Daddy {Whisper Twice x AnnaBeth Belle}

They were arguing again. Chloe could hear snippets of it from where she sat in the breakfast nook just off the kitchen. More precisely, she could hear snippets of what Mommy was saying because Mommy tended to yell and her voice carried. Chloe rarely heard Daddy's side of the arguments for a couple of reasons Daddy was deeply calm and in control of himself and he was always aware of how their fighting affected his little girl. -ity event. Honestly, do you even listen? It's for the fundraiser and I simply must be there. Mommy was involved in several charities and civic organizations. There was the League of Women Voters on Mondays, The Philharmonic on Tuesdays, The Women's Funding Network on Wednesdays, honestly there wasn't a day of the week that Mommy wasn't doing something, anything, that didn't include Daddy much less Chloe. They got drug along when Mommy needed them as props and bragging pieces, quickly tossed aside and left to themselves once Mommy had been seen with them. Just last week, at a wedding, Mommy had air kissed her like minded friends, bragged about how much money Daddy made and how well Chloe was doing in school and then left them alone to go flock with the other society harpies. That suited Chloe just fine. It meant she had her Daddy all to herself and that was how Chloe liked it. She just hated the hurt she saw in his eyes whenever Mommy treated him like that. In the twenty-one years they'd been married he'd never given up on Mommy or hope that she'd treat him better. Chloe admired her Daddy for that and hated him at the same time for it. Didn't he tell Chloe to never let anyone bully her or make her feel bad? So why did he put up with it from Mommy? Mommy didn't love him, not really, she just loved the things Daddy could provide for her and the lifestyle being married to Daddy brought. She didn't love Daddy. Not like Chloe did. -dn't care less so long as you and Chloe are there on time. Tell her to wear the white dress we bought last week. The Marchesa. And let her borrow my pearls. No, not those you idiot! The single strand necklace. It's like you don't even care what people will think of me because of you and her. Frowning at the abuse Mommy was piling on Daddy, Chloe hunched her head and neck down a little lower in the chair as she poked at her breakfast fruit. She heard Mommy walk behind her, the scent of her perfume strong since she'd just put it on, and then Mommy's heels clacked across the floor out to the garage where her Mercedes was parked. After she caught a glimpse of the little red convertible headed out the front gate of the long driveway connecting the house to the road, Chloe left her breakfast plate on the table and went upstairs. Chloe was a senior in her last semester of high school and had turned eighteen a few weeks ago. She'd inherited Mommy's blue eyes and fair skin and lithe, tall build but her nose and lips took after Daddy's side of the family, making her look a little elfin and impossibly, irritatingly not almost the adult she was. Small of bust and trim in the waist and backside, Chloe was petite and cute, not voluptuous and beautiful like some of the girls she went to school with. Her dirty blonde hair was puffed out with product and her curling iron, giving it some volume that framed her face, and today she was in her school uniform but wearing a vest over her white shirt because it was a little chilly outside. That was why she'd also opted for tights under her pleated skirt instead of socks. She'd not put on her shoes yet, so Chloe was able to ghost up the stairs without making a sound. Mommy had left the door to her and Daddy's bedroom slightly ajar when she left and that brought the first smile of the day to Chloe's face. For the last several years she'd been spying on her Daddy every chance she could get, and the slight gap between the door and the frame let her see into Daddy's bedroom without much of a chance he'd see her. Breathing a little bit faster, Chloe took a careful half-step forward and leaned her head closer, peering into the bedroom. The bed was a mess, covers every which way, but Chloe knew it wasn' t because they'd been, you know, intimate. Mommy rarely was, even when Daddy needed her to be, and she'd more than once heard them arguing about sex and how Mommy thought Daddy was being unreasonable in wanting it. It was one more way she didn't take care of Daddy like Chloe wanted her to. Like she herself wanted to. Swallowing, her mouth suddenly dry and heart beating loudly in her own ears, Chloe shifted, rubbing her thighs together, as she peered in on Daddy. She hoped he wasn't finished dressing yet, even though he looked so handsome in his suits.