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Chapter 4 daddy Mac

When my mom left, Mac dragged the table over to the front of the second bed. He sat on the bed and turned on the t.v. He started to flip through the channels.

Before he settled on one there was a knock at the door. Mac jumped up looking nervous and panicked but when he spoke he sounded mad. "Who is it?"

"Oh," a surprised voice spoke, "it's Midge from check in."

Impatiently he asked if there was a problem. "Oh, no dear I just have some things I thought your little girl would like."

"How much?" he looked over at me and asked a lot calmer now. "It's free dear."

He walked into the bathroom and shut the door. He told me to go ahead and get my stuff. When I tried to open the door the handle wouldn't turn. The lady Midge did something outside to make it open. When I could see her I realized it was the lady from earlier.

"Hey, there little bit I was going to take these things to the Rec Center but I thought you might like them instead." She held out a box of crayons and some books. I nodded my head happily and she handed them to me.

She whispered conspiringly "Is he in there" pointing at the bathroom. I nodded and she said louder "I'm gonna put this extra key on the counter for your daddy. When he comes out, you let him know." I scrunched my brows up in confusion But she didn't notice. "Okay, little bit you have a good stay now. Bye dear." She shouted before leaving out the door.

I ran over to the bathroom door and knocked. Mac answered with a what. "Key on the counter," I said excitedly as I looked through my new gift from the nice lady.

"Is she gone?" He asked through the door. I answered with a quick yes. He slowly opened the door looking around before going to the fridge and pulling out a brown glass bottle.

I climbed up onto the bed I slept on and Mac sat on the bed near the table. I started looking through my new things. There was a book with colorful page's, one with pictures to color, and two with words.

The two with word's had hardcovers. One had a blue cover with a funny looking creature with pointy ears, a red bow tie on its long neck, and a large red and white hat on its head. The other one was Orange and had a funny looking creature with long ears and a crooked black hat. This creature was bending over something that could have been a plate with green food on it. I looked through the book's and wished I knew what the word said.

I saw Mac take some kind of shiny box out of his pocket. He opened it and pulled a strange looking cigarette out of it. When he lit it it gave off that funny odor I smelled in the car. I got off the bed, walked over and stood in front of him.

He glanced at me with narrowed eyes. "What?"

I pointed at the cigarette. "What is that?"

He smirked "it's a joint. Why? do you want a hit?" he held the (joint) out toward me. I wrinkled my nose and shook my head. I thought it strange, why he thought I would want to hit it.

I stood there till he acknowledged me with a what again. "Are you my daddy?"

He seemed to think about this one. "No, but for this trip, we are going to pretend that I am."

"Why?"

He looked annoyed now "Why not?"

I decided it would be better to end that topic so I waited again.

"WHAT!" This time he was angry.

I stepped on my foot, held my hands tightly in front of me and tucked my chin toward my chest, becoming as small as I could while standing up. I mumbled "hungry." And bit my lip.

Thankfully his anger died down "Your mothers bringing some grub back. Here, have a drink." He handed me the brown glass bottle and I took a sip. Most of the liquid ran down my chin and Mac laughed at me. What I did get in my mouth was bitter. I coughed and spit the disgusting substance out. Mac was mad again. He grabbed the bottle out of my hand so roughly that I fell down. "Little brat, what a waste of good beer." I decided that Mac gets mad a lot.