Chapter Three: Where's My Daddy, Mommy?

At the age of five, little Kelly Como had came back from a long day at preschool. Kelly very much enjoyed preschool; she had many caring friends, a wonderful teacher, and she loved to learn. Despite all the fun she had every day she went, there was still something that didn't feel right. Everyday when her friends' parents came to drop them off at school and pick them up, Kelly noticed that they had had 'a mom and a dad'. Kelly only had 'a mom' to do all of that. She wondered where her daddy was, and even if she had one.

"Mommy?" Little Kelly asked while witnessing her mother grab a bottle of Chivas out of the refrigerator.

"What?" replied Kelly's mother, Rhonda, which sounded like a deep scream at her daughter rather than a question. She then began gulping down her Chivas.

"Umm.. When I go to preschool, everyone has a mommy and a daddy."

"So." At this point, Rhonda knew that her daughter was going to say 'how there is no father in the household', and that for five years there hasn't been a mention about a father at all.

"Where is my daddy?"

"Your daddy, " she paused for a second, then finished her bottle, and when back to the fridge to get another bottle, and began drinking that. "Your daddy, he's on a trip."

"But if he was on a trip, then why would he not come home for a long, long time, Mommy?" Even at the age of five, Kelly could tell that in those eyes of her mother, she had just lied to her own daughter.

"Because maybe he doesn't give a damn about you, so he doesn't want to come back!" shouted Rhonda. Kelly could still sense that she was lying once again. But this time Little Kelly wanted to be a Big Kelly and speak up to know the truth.

"You are lying!"

"No I'm not, you little brat! Don't you ever talk back to me again, or you will be one sorry little girl."

"Yes you are!"

At this moment, anger started to take over Rhonda's complete body, almost as if her rage was possessing her. "You really want to know the God damn truth!"

Kelly frighteningly shook her head yes. She new that at this moment her mother was going to chase after her with her bottle of Chivas.

"Your father was a bastard! He gave me you! You should have never been born! I hate him for what he did to me! And know I'm stuck with you little asshole!"

At this point, Kelly ran upstairs, crying, and slammed the door to her bedroom shut.

"Good! You learned your lesson why you shouldn't be here, ever! Now STAY UP THERE!" screamed Rhonda from the top of her lungs.