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Daddy's Little Girl
Author: Patricia Anne McCarty
Total Word Count: 9764
Author’s notes:
This is an Original Fan Fic written by me. It was inspired by a dream and my favorite super hero, Wolverine.
I wrote this story LONG before Marvel ever came up with an idea of Logan having a daughter.
This is a work in progress, if you see errors please let me know. (for those that don’t know, I am dyslexic and it is hard to catch them all my self so if you want to help it is most welcomed! ) also please note there is slang in the wording.
Daddy's Little Girl: Chapter Three - “The Drive Home.”
Rated G
“Amy, are you sure you want to go Saturday? Seems you’re gonna be roughin’ it kid,” Sara inquired.
“I’m sure mom, it’ll be like camping. Sasha says there is so much to do where they live.” said Amy.
“Ok, as long as your really sure.” said Sara. Amy smiled but it was short lived as they approached Jimmy’s house. He lived in even a worse place than they did. Every other weekend Sara would drive to Jimmy’s and pick him up because he didn’t want to ‘waste the fumes’, as he called it. He’d stay for the whole weekend then Sara would drive him home again. That was the highlight of his visits for Amy. Amy hated Jimmy. She felt he was just using her mother. He treated her like trash, yelling and cursing when ever things didn’t go his way. That was usually in the bedroom late at night. Sara always thought Amy was asleep and too young to understand anyway, but she was wrong. Amy knew much more than a 8 year old should have about her mother’s bedroom antics. Sara drove up the driveway of Jimmy’s house and parked the car.
“I’ll only be a few minutes, honey, just sit tight, ok?” Sara told Amy with a smile closing the car door behind her. Amy just rolled her eyes and exhaled. She watch her mom as she walked up the raggy wooden steps and knocked at the green paint chipped door. Unfortunately, Jimmy came out, giving Sara a big greasy smile followed by a kiss that looked like he was eating her. Amy cringed in disgust. Jimmy was about 5 years younger than Sara at 6-feet 2 inches tall. He had bear belly that hung sloppily over his belt. He always wore all black with Michael Jordan white leather high top Nikes and a silver swoop on the sides. His black long hair was kept in a neatly combed pony tail. Jimmy kept a cell phone in his pocket for those important calls he never got. He always had an over blown story to tell about how he almost had to kick a guy’s ass at work and how lucky that guy was the boss was around. Finally her mother returned and there was Jimmy right next to her yapping away about joe blow and the butt kicking he came ‘this far’ from getting. Sara opened her side first and got in then unlocked the door for Jimmy who crawled in moving the seat back to make room for his legs. Sara looked back at Amy egging her on to acknowledge Jimmy’s presence. Amy looked at her mother and sighs.
“Hi Jimmy,” she forces out reluctantly.
“Hey kid, hear you’re takin’ off this weekend.” He smiled.
“Yah, I’ll be with a friend this weekend,” she smiled.
“Friend’s house huh?” he scoffs. “Didn’t think a little nerd like you had any,” Jimmy said with a chuckle.
Sara playfully slapped his leg as she said, “Jimmy, Amy’s not a nerd, she just a late bloomer.”
“OK, Alright, I’m just funnin’ with yah kid, he said looking back at her, your alright.” He fake smiled as he turned to face the front. Amy hated it when her mother called her a late bloomer. She always felt like second best when ever Jimmy was around. It seemed Sara would forget all about her and only think of what Jimmy wanted.
“So, what time’s the rugrat getting carted off?” asked Jimmy.
“Tomorrow at noon, the girl’s father is coming to pick Amy up,” answered Sara.
“I can’t wait!” Jimmy exclaimed. “We’re gonna have the whole house to ourselves!” he said with a smirk as he rubbed his hands together gleaming like the wolf planing to meet little red at grandma’s house. Jimmy and Sara laugh together.
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