Damon immediately withdraws his hand from my chest. I slide down the wall, collapsing on the floor. I can't believe I was almost killed by the man who gave me life. How messed up is that? I came here to end him and he almost ended me.

"Yoooou LIAR!" Damon shouts at me, drawing out the you and empathising the liar. What is he, like, 12?

"I'm not..." I cough uncontrollably, trying to catch my breath. "...lying. Why w-would I? Who in their right mind would want YOU as their father?" I sneer.

"I know you are lying... Do you know how? 'Cause vampires can't procreate!" He has a smug look on his face as he says it. The dumb fuck.

He is seriously annoying me right now!

"Well, obviously they can, 'cause I'm living proof!" I tell him. "Are you bloody blind or something?" I argue. My chest hasn't fully healed, so I'm still on the floor whilst he towers over me. Being only half vampire, it takes a while for me to heal. My human side is a bitch!

Stefan comes over to me, picking me up off the floor, bridal style, and carries me over to the couch. The girl, Elena I think it is, comes also. They both take a seat either side of me. They're acting like bodyguards. How funny? I mean, the girl is only human. What exactly could she do to help me?

"Michaela..." Stefan begins to say before I cut him off.

"It's Kayla! I mean, I prefer Kayla." I tell him.

"Ok then, Kayla... Let's try and sort this out. If you really are Damon's daughter..."

"She's not!" Damon interjects this time. "It's impossible Stefan! You and I both know it." Stefan gives him a disapproving look, before turning his attention back to me.

"Like I said, if you are Damon's daughter, we are going to need some proof."

"Proof? Like what? A DNA test?" I scoff. I am not interested in proving myself to them. If they don't believe me, tough! "Oh, I know... We could go on the Jeremy Kyle show. The header could read 'My Dad killed my Mum and now he wants a DNA test'. What do you think?" I roll my eyes at them, giving my head a little shake.

"Hey! Don't get sassy, little girl. I have zero problem with repeating your earlier punishment!" Damon warns me. What's with his eyes? They seem to say more than his mouth. Weird!

"Wait... What do you mean, Damon killed your Mom?" Elena asks.

"Forget it! I don't want to be here, I'm just going to go." I say, standing up. Damon vamps in front of me, it looks like he is staring straight through me.

"Sit. Down. Now!" He commands. I let out a disbelieving sigh. Is he ever going to let me leave?

"Damon, back off. Stop scaring her." Stefan tells him.

"He doesn't scare me! What's the worst he can do? Kill me...?" I let the question hang.

"Oooh, I could do much worse than that. Just try me." Ooooo he's so hard threatening a girl, isn't he? Dick!

"DAMON! Stop it!" Elena shouts at him. This is so strange to watch. It's like Stefan and Elena are Damon's parents. I wonder if they will send him to his room if he doesn't stop?

"Kayla, you need to help us out here. How do you know Damon killed your Mom?" Stefan asks me, looking like it hurts him to say it.

"My Mum went to meet him, she said she needed to see him about something, then she never came home. The bizzies came two days later..." Stefan cuts me off,

"The bizzies?"

"Um, I mean the police. That's what we call them in Liverpool," I give a little laugh.

"Oh, ok. Carry on," he instructs me.

"Like I was saying, the biz-police came two days later to tell me her body had been found." I start to cry a little, but I try my best to stop. "She was missing her heart. I mean, it had been ripped out of her chest." I can't control my crying now. That was the worst thing that has ever, or could ever happen to me. My Mum was my world, and now she is gone. I have no one!

Elena pulls me towards her, hugging me and trying to console me.

"Shhhh it ok, everything is going to be alright." She says, trying to soothe me. Is she mad? How can everything be alright?

"Why exactly are you so sure that I killed her?" Damon questions. Is he for real? This snaps me out of my pity moment. I jump up, not caring what he does to me, and get in his face.

"Did you not hear what I just said?" I can feel my vamp face coming through as I get angrier.

"She went to meet you..." I shove him backwards. He only goes a couple of feet, but it's good enough for me. "...and was murdered. Her heart ripped from her chest. Pretty much like you have just tried to do to me. Remember..." I push him again before rugby tackling him to the ground.

Before I have a chance to throw a few punches, I feel myself being lifted off of him. I fight against the person - I'm guessing it's Stefan - my arms and legs flaying, trying to get back at him.

"Calm down, Kayla." He whispers in my ear.

"No! Get the fuck off me, now!" I keep struggling to get out of his grip, but it's futile. He is much stronger than me.

Damon jumps up at me, a murderous glint in his eyes.

"Damon, just leave. Go out for a while and let us have a talk." Stefan instructs him, still holding on to my waist, keeping me off the ground.

"Eeeeeer no! Not until I figure... This out!" He points towards me. Did he just call me 'this'? Rude!

"Damon, please... Just go. We will talk to her and phone you later." Elena tells him.

They have a stare down before Damon gives in.

"Fine! But don't believe everything she says, we already know she's a liar!"

Stefan doesn't let me go until Damon is out of the door.

"Right..." He claps his hands together, releasing a big breath of air. "Before we get started, do you need anything? A drink? Something to eat...?" He offers.

"No thanks, I'm good!"

"Ok, then. Take a seat." Stefan opens his arm, gesturing for me to sit in the couch.

There is an awkward silence between the three of us, it's Elena who finally breaks it.

"How old are you?"

"I'm fourteen. Next question?" The sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can get out of here.

"What was your mothers name?" She asks.

"Siobhan Delacroix."

"Siobhan was your Mom?" Stefan looks at me, a shocked expression taking over his face.

"Yeah. Do you remember her?" I ask, a knowing look on my face. Of course he remembers her.

"Your Mom was a witch?" He asks me, but it's more of a statement.

"Yep!" I answer, popping the 'P'. "A very powerful one."

"Well that explains a lot." He murmurs.

"Care to explain it to me?" Elena asks him.

"Damon dated Siobhan in the late 90's. They were together for a couple of years. He really liked her until one day when she just... Disappeared. Damon went off the rails and never spoke of her again. I only ever met her the one time - Damon and I was going through one of our not talking stages - but I didn't know she was a witch. This is the first time I've heard her name since." Stefan fills her in. I already know all this, so I just sit here saying nothing.

"How are you so sure that Damon is your father?" Back to Elena.

"My Mum never kept anything from me. She always told me who my father was, from the day I was able to understand. It wasn't until I got older that she told me what he was. An evil, vindictive, murderous vampire. Also that he is an emotionless bastard." I smirk at that. My Mum wasn't afraid to say it like it is.

"Language, Kayla." I give Stefan a confused look, "I mean, stop cussing!" My God! What is it with these people?

"Sorry!" Yeah, I'm not really sorry. I just want to placate him. I know when to back down.

"If you are, and I believe that you are, Damon's daughter, how come we never knew about you?" Stefan asks me.

"My Mum was afraid that if Damon was to find out, he would hurt her, or even me. She said he is far from the family type." I have nothing to lose now, so I'm just gonna tell them what I know and hopefully they will let me leave before Damon gets back.

"Who did you come here with?"

"No one. I came on my own. I compelled some money and a return airline ticket..."

"You're here all alone?" Elena chimes in, looking like I have committed a sin.

"Obviously... I have just told you, my Mum is dead. I am staying with my aunt for now, but it's not permanent. They tried to put me in a children's home at first, but I kept leaving and not going back."

"You came here to kill Damon, then you're just going to go back?"

"What other option do I have?" I ask.

The next fifty years... Well I might be exaggerating a bit, It's at least 2 hours, are spent answering questions. It's getting extremely tedious. I really, really just want to leave now.

I hear a phone ring then Stefan crosses the room to answer it before returning back to us.

"I need to head out for a while, are you two going to be OK here?" Stefan asks both Elena and I.

"Yes, Stefan. We will be fine." Elena answers for us.

"Ok. I'll only be gone about twenty minutes. See you soon," he says as he grabs his coat and heads out the door.

This is my chance. I lean towards Elena and compel her.

"You are going to let me go now. When they get back, you tell them that I left and tell Damon that I will be back!" Elena blinks a couple of times before frowning at me.

"You can't compel me, Kayla. I'm wearing vervain!"

"Ver-what?" I ask. What the hell is vervain?

"It's a herb that prevents vampires from compelling people." Well that's just great!

"That sucks for you then." I tell her as I vamp up and hit her over the head. It's hard enough to knock her out, but not hard enough to cause any permanent damage. I think?

I don't wait around long enough to find out. I bolt for the door, not worrying about grabbing anything as I didn't bring anything with me. Well, except for the stake, but I can always make a new one!

I speed through the woods, back to the house where I left my stuff. I don't intend to go back to Liverpool just yet, but I do need to get away from Mystic Falls. I need to come up with a new plan.

I get to the bus stop, that will take me back to the coach station and buy a ticket before taking a seat. What a messed up day I've had. Nothing has gone to plan, and now they know who I am, I need to be smart about my next move.

I am so lost in thought, that I don't notice someone sitting beside me on the bench.

"Kayla...?" Hearing my name sure snaps me out of my reverie.

"Stefan...!" I think I almost just shat my pants. My natural reaction to flee kicks in as I immediately grab my bag and vamp away. I don't get far though, as I plough straight in to Damon.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asks me, menacingly.

I don't reply, opting to just run the other way. As soon as I turn, I am met with the day-drinker from the Grill. I feel a sting in my neck before everything goes blank.

I wake up back in the boarding house. Wtf? How did I get here? I look around, and I'm not going to lie - I am crapping myself! Damon, Stefan, Elena, the day-drinker, a blonde haired girl and a dark skinned girl are all standing there, having a conversation.

"What are you going to do, Damon?" The blonde girl asks him.

"I don't know Barbie... What do you suggest?" He counters.

I get to my feet, trying not to make a sound, and make a dash for the door. Just when I think I am going to get away, I run face first in to... Nothing? It's like there is a pane of glass in front of me. I put my hand out and feel the invisible barrier. This is crazy.

"Trying to run away, again?" Damon is right behind me. "You can't leave, so don't waste your time trying.

"Yeah... No shit, Sherlock!" I say as I once again feel the barrier blocking my exit.

"OOOW!" I shout, as Damon swats me so hard, my body propels forward, slamming me against the barrier.

"I won't tell you again about cussing!," he warns me, his finger inches from my face. I consider biting his finger off, but think better of it.

"Was that really necessary?" The dark skinned girl asks Damon.

"Yes! It was! If she is my daughter - and I still don't believe she is - then I will not have her talking like a sailor! If you've got a problem with that, Bon Bon... Then leave!" He smirks at her. God he is so arrogant! What on earth did my Mum ever see in him?

"Damon, stop! Bonnie is here to help." Stefan tells him.

Bon Bon or Bonnie or whatever her name is completely ignores Damon. I like her already.

"I don't exactly know what you want me to do, Stefan?" She tells him with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Isn't there a spell or something you could do to find out if they're related?"

"I don't think so?" I can literally see the cogs turning in her brain as she tries to come up with an idea. "Maybe..."

"Maybe what?" Stefan asks, not waiting for her to finish what she was about to say.

"Maybe I could do a locator spell? If she is Damon's daughter, then I should be able to use his blood to find her?" She doesn't seem so sure of herself.

"It's worth a try." Stefan says. "Bring down the barrier spell and I'll take her somewhere and you see if you can locate us."

"That might not work as you and Damon are brothers, so it might just say where you are because of your presence." Bonnie informs him.

"I can take her somewhere," the blonde girl suggests.

"That'll work, Caroline." Bonnie says, nodding her head.

Caroline drives us to a stream with a waterfall before texting someone. I assume she is letting them know we have arrived at her chosen destination.

I'm not in the mood to answer anymore questions, so I put my earphone in and listen to Never Say Never by The Fray. I only manage to get through 3 songs from my play list before Caroline's phone rings.

"Bonnie?" She says into the phone. What happened to answering the phone with a greeting?

"I did the locator spell and it's showing the waterfall. Is that where you both are?" I hear her ask. Caroline looks at me with an expression I can't translate.

"Yes Bonnie. That's exactly where we are."

I don't try to escape from Caroline, as I want to see if Damon is still sporting his smug smile. I willing get back into her car and we make our way back to the boarding house.

As we enter, I can hear arguing coming from the kitchen. It's Damon and Stefan.

"It showed up to separate locations Damon, here and where she was. How would you explain that?" It's Stefan's voice I can hear.

"I don't know, Stefan. Just like I don't know which came first, the chicken or the egg!" Damon answers.

"Stop being so ridiculous!" Stefan reprimands him. "Face it, Damon, she is your daughter!"

The kitchen door gets slammed open as Damon barges through it.

"You..." he points at me, "come with me..." he demands as he walks right past me, not waiting to see if I am actually following. I'm not, obviously.

"No. I-I don't want to." I can't help the fear in my voice. The last thing I want to do is to be alone with him.

"Where do you think you're taking her?" Stefan asks, standing next to me.

"I can't compel her to see if she is lying, but I know a man who can.

"Klaus? Do you really think that's a good idea?" Elena asks. Klaus? What type of a name is that?

"No, Elijah. And I don't really care if it is or isn't. We're going. Move. Now!" He gestures to me. I go with him, wanting to see who this Elijah guy is. If Damon can't compel me, how can he?We get in his car and drive away.

"Where are we going?" I question him.

"I already told you - to see Elijah." He doesn't look at me as he speaks.

"Whose Elijah?" I see him rolls his eyes.

"He's one of the Originals." He doesn't elaborate on that.

"Oh, he's one of the Originals...? Well that makes perfect sense for you to take me to see him." I'm being sarcastic.

"You know the Originals?" He looks at me questioningly.

"No. Obviously not, you tool." I see his grip tightening on the staring wheel and decide to just keep my mouth shut and wait until we get to where we are going.

We pull up at what I can only describe as the biggest mansion I have ever seen. A man, wearing a suit and tie, opens the front door.

"Damon Salvatore. What brings you here?" The man speaks so eloquently, and stands with the grace of a lord.

"Elijah, I was wondering..." I cut him off.

"You're Elijah? I thought you were the butler?" I just can't stop myself.

"I beg your pardon?" Elijah asks, giving me a stern look.

"I-um... never mind."

I unconsciously take a step away from him, but Damon gets a firm hold of my arm.

"Behave yourself and don't speak unless I tell you to, " he demands. I'm out of my element here, so I just nod an affirmative and avert my gaze to the floor.

"Sorry about her," Damon apologises for me, "but like I was saying, would you be able to compel her to tell the truth?"

"And why, may I ask, would you need me to do that?" Elijah questions.

"Because I need to see if she is lying to me," he says in a 'duh' tone.

"I'm intrigued... Why exactly should I care if she is lying to you?" This man is starting to annoy me.

"Will you do it or not?" Damon asks, getting a bit annoyed himself.

Elijah steps aside and gestures for us to enter. Damon goes in, dragging me with him. The inside is stunningly beautiful. Everything looks super expensive and screams elegance. We are lead to a room with an open fire and a Chesterfield sofa and chair.

"Please, take a seat." He gesture to the sofa. Damon and I sit down and Elijah sits on the chair facing us.

"Would you like to explain to me why you want me to compel the child?" Elijah asks, speaking like I'm not sitting right in front of him.

"Not really!" Damon answers him.

"Well then, I'm afraid I cannot help you." He stands up to see us out.

"Wait..." Damon stops him. "Okay, I'll tell you, but you must give your word that you won't tell Klaus?" Who the hell is Klaus? And why does everyone seem scared of him?

"Why would Klaus be interested in the child?" Elijah asks, returning to the chair.

"Your word!" Damon demands. Elijah cocks his head to the side.

"Okay. You have my word!" He nods his head slightly before relaxing in to the chair.

"This here is Michaela.."

"Just Kayla," I correct him. Why can't he get that? He gives me a pissed look before continuing.

"Kayla... and she is claiming to be my daughter." Elijah lets out a little chuckle.

"Well that is absurd! It is obvious she is not, so why do you need compulsion? Everyone knows vampires cannot procreate!" I officially hate him now... so arrogant!

"Exactly! But my brother is sure she is telling the truth and I won't to prove she is nothing but a little liar!" He grins smugly at me.

"Is see. Well, out of curiosity I will grant you this favour."

"Thanks!" Damon replies.

Elijah gets to his feet and makes his way to stand in front of me. I'm not gonna lie, I'm seriously intimidated right now.

"Hello Michaela," he offers me his hand. I've gone from intimidated to pissed in three seconds flat.

"I've already told you, it's Kayla!" I roll my eyes at him and completely disregard his hand.

"Kayla," Damon warns me through gritted teeth.

"What...?" I snarl.

"I'm not warning you again." He seethes.

"I don't give a fuck!" I say to him. I have had enough of him thinking he can boss me about, I am not his property!

Elijah gives me a look of complete shock, whilst Damon's is of pure anger. He vamps up, lifting me with him.

"Sorry about this Elijah, but I need to have a little chat with Kayla. Do you mind?" He asks rhetorically.

"Please... take as long as you need." He looks like he is stifling a smirk. "Would you like a drink of some kind?" He offers, making his way out of the room.

"Bourbon. neat." is all Damon says.

The minute Elijah is out of sight, Damon sits back down pulling me with him. He drapes me over his lap and wastes no time assaulting my backside.

"OW... PLEASE... DAMON STOP!" I beg as he gives me swat after swat.

"No!" Is his only reply. His swats are hard and fast. It doesn't take long for tears to start building up in my eyes.

"AAARRGGHH!" I scream after a particularly hard smack. As embarrassing as this is, being spanked by Damon, it's so much worse knowing Elijah is in the other room and can hear everything.

"P-please Damon... I'm s-sorry... I'll b-be good...! I plead, wriggling around trying to avoid each smack. He ignores me and keeps on swatting. "DAAAMOOON!" The tears are falling freely now, huge sobs escaping my throat. I give up, my body falling limp over his thighs. He lowers his left leg, raising his right at the same time. He finishes by giving me 20 hard swats on my sit spots and the backs of my thighs.

I am completely spent by the time he has finished. At first, I hadn't even realised he had, it hurts that much. My ass feels like it is literally on fire.

Damon picks me up off his lap, standing me between his legs, facing him. I immediately try to rub the sting out of my butt, only to get a swat on my hand.

"Ah, ah. None of that!" He reprimands me, making me cry a little harder.

"I'm s-so-sorry..." I sob, burying my face in the crook of my arm.

"Listen, Kayla," he waits for me to look at him. "Don't make me do that again, okay?" I nod as a response.

My cries die down a bit and Elijah re-enters the room.

"Sit back down," Damon orders me. I don't want to irk him again, so I do as I am told. I immediately regret it as the fire in my butt that had died down some, instantly got reignited the moment my butt came in contact with the sofa. I jump back to my feet, shrieking as I do so. I am totally mortified. Both Damon and Elijah act like I hadn't just made a spectacle of myself.

No-one is speaking and it's really awkward. I decide to try sitting again, gently lowering myself on to the sofa. It still stings like a bitch, but I'm just going to put up with it. I have embarrassed my self enough for one day.

"Are you okay, Michaela?" Elijah asks me. I nod my head for an answer, not wanting to correct him again. "Good! Would you like a drink before we continue?" He offers.

"No thank you. I'm fine." I find it impossible to look at him, sure my cheeks are as red as my bum.

Once again, Elijah comes to stand in front of me, leaning over me.

"Look at me please, Michaela," he instructs me. I comply. As soon as my eyes meet his, I see them dilate. I instantly feel as though I am in a daze.

"You shall speak nothing but the truth," he compels me. "Do you understand?"

"I understand." Elijah smiles and then returns to his seat.

Damon turns to me, and I can tell he is thinking of what to ask me, or how to word it.

"Is everything you have said the truth?" Is the first question he asks me.

"No." I went to say yes, but I couldn't.

"Ah ha! I knew it!" He cheers.

"You knew what?" I question him.

"That you were lying!" He answers me.

"I am your daughter Damon!" I say in a fed up tone. Elijah's mouth opens slightly.

"Give it a rest, Kayla. Stop lying!" He tells me, raising his voice an octave.

"Damon..." Elijah calls him, "the child is not lying. I've compelled her to tell the truth, remember?"

Damon gives me a look like he has seen a ghost as realisation dawns on him. I am not lying, I am his daughter.

"How is this possible?" Elijah asks me.

"My Mum was a witch. She cast a spell and here I am," I tell him matter of factly.

"Fascinating..." was his only reply.

"What have you lied to me about?" Damon questions again.

"Nothing." I answer, truthfully.

"You have just admitted to that you lied...!"

"I have. Just not to you!" I tell him.

He looks at me, a puzzled expression taking over his face.

"So who exactly have you lied to?"

"Stefan and Elena." I admit.

"What did you lie about?"

"That I am living with my aunt back in England. The truth is I am not. I have no-one."

I never wanted to tell any of these people this. I don't want them thinking they can have any say in where I am or what I do. If they thought I was with an aunt, they would let me return to Liverpool. Damon probably can't wait to get rid of me, but Stefan is different. He actually seems to care about people.

Elijah has a lot of question, but Damon doesn't want to stick around to answer them. We make our way out with Elijah following close behind.

"It was lovely to meet you, Michaela!" Elijah says as we exit the door.

"Yeah, you too, Eli!" He gives me a confused look. He seems so prim and proper, I knew it would irk him for me to not use anything but his given name.

I send Elijah a blatant fake smile and a small wave as I get into Damon's car. He laughs and returns my wave.

The drive back was awkward. I didn't know what to say, and I think Damon didn't want to say anything. He was probably mulling over what has happened.

We arrive at the house and everyone who was here before is still here. As we walk through the door, everyone's attention turns to us. Stefan immediately gets to his feet.

"Well? Is everything okay? Did he do it? What happened?" Stefan asks.

"Yes he did it, no it's not and it seems as though she is telling the truth - to me anyway." Damon says as he makes his way over to a drinks table, pouring himself an extra large drink.

"What do you mean by that, Damon? Who has she lied to?" Elena asks.

"Let's not get in to that right now, shall we?" Damon answers, mimicking my fake smile from earlier.

"So... what happens now then?" It's my turn to ask questions.

"Oh, I don't know! I need time to think. Stefan, will you sort a bedroom out for her?" My heart skips a beat.

"What? I don't want to stay here! Just let me go!"

Everyone's eyes are on Damon now, wondering what his response is going to be.

"Yeah? Well I don't care what you want! You are a child, and I'm not just going to let you go off on your own!" I narrow my eyes at him.

"You can't be serious?! Please, Damon?" I once again feel tears gather In my eyes. I feel as though I have been sucker punched in the gut.

Stefan rushes over to me, pulling me in to a tight embrace.

"It's alright, Kayla. I'll look after you." He squeezes me tight as he says it. I return his hug.

"I see you've got your hero hair in place, brother," Damon sneers at him. Stefan huffs out some air whilst shaking his head.

"Maybe Kayla would rather stay with us tonight? Just until..." The day drinker offers. I don't know this man, but I would rather be with him than here.

"No, Ric. She stays here and that's final!" Damon cuts him off. I feel deflated. I walk over to the sofa and flop down on to it, giving up. I pull out my phone, absent mindedly scrolling through Facebook.

"Bon Bon? Can you do your witchy woo and put that barrier spell back up? I don't want her escaping in the middle of the night," Damon asks her.

"Where is this bedroom? Just 'cause I am stuck here, doesn't mean I have to be stuck listening to a dick!" I'm angry and I don't care what he does. I would rather be dead right now.

Damon narrows his eyes at me, downs his drink, slamming it on the table, before starting to walk over to me. I've pissed him off, again... Good! Stefan rushes between us.

"Damon, calm down. I'll take her up." He says as he leads me towards the stairs.

We walk into a bedroom that is huge. It has massive bed, an en suite, a walk in closet, a chest of drawers, a desk and side tables. I walk over to the bed, unable to resist, and jump on to it. It's so comfortable. Stefan hangs around by the door.

"Would you like to talk?" He asks me.

"No thanks, I'd rather be alone," I tell him. He nods his head and leaves. I can't help but wish he was my Dad. He is so nice.

I've been in the bedroom for about and hour when the door opens and Damon comes in. I carry on playing 'Panda Pop', not paying him any attention. He clears his throat.

"What do you want?" I ask, annoyance clear in my tone.

"A bit of respect wouldn't go amiss." I he joking?

"Yeah, not gonna happen!" I say as I shake my head and go back to my game.

He makes his way over to the bed and sits down on the side.

"Look, Kayla, I know you don't want to be here and to be perfectly honest - I don't want you here either!" He tells me. I don't know why, but it hurts me to hear that. I roll over on to my stomach so I don't have to look at him. He must have seen the hurt in my eyes as he puts his hand on my calf.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that...!" He tries to backtrack. I quickly pull my leg away from his touch.

"Don't lie! You meant every word!" I feel like crying again. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Kayla, I'm selfish and reckless. I didn't sign up for father duties." He tells me.

"Well, I didn't exactly come here to do some daddy/daughter bonding. Now will you just leave me alone? shut the door on your way out." I feel his weight lifting off the bed.

"One more thing..." he says before landing a hard swat on my backside.

"OOW!" I shout as I quickly turn around, facing him. It was only one swat, but I'm still hurting from the earlier spanking.

"That's for calling me a dick!"

I throw a pillow at him as hard as I can. He easily dodges it, smiling as he heads to the door, only stopping to say one more thing -

"Get some sleep, we've got a long day tomorrow." He closes the door behind him, leaving me to my thoughts.

The bed is so soft, it doesn't take me long to fall asleep, even with the worry of what tomorrow will bring.