Daddy

My Daddy's real name is Cutter. I don't know his first name. He never told me. He prefers to be called Spaulding and for some reason he has this thing for clowns. Daddy is ALWAYS in his clown suit when he goes to work. He says it brings in more business. Daddy works in this roadside gas station/attraction. The place sells some odd things and features a murder ride. But the best feature is Daddy's fried chicken. That's the best. I sometimes go with Daddy to work but if no one comes in it gets rather boring. The last bit of action we saw was when some guys tried to rob us. The main guy pulled a gun on my Daddy and then pulled a gun on me.

That didn't set well with my Daddy who shot one of them in the chest and one in the head. Then he had his weird flakey skinned friend help drag them to the back. This guy is weird. Instead of talking he laughs to communicate. Whatever….

There is also this guy Daddy knows by the name of Stucker. He's kind of a horndog pervy that's major into porn. The only reason Daddy lets him hang around is because he sometimes sells Daddy good stuff he can then turn around and sell. Daddy seems jovial and friendly but you do NOT want to piss him off….or say you hate clowns. That gets Daddy REAL mad. (only the family can say that coz he just passes it off as a "pissy mood". Daddy has a girlfriend on the side. If you want to call her a girlfriend. She looks like a circus fat lady reject. She calls my Daddy 'Pookie' and me 'Cutie Pie'. she's ok I guess. My Daddy likes to stay home and relax on the weekends and on Friday nights when he comes home from work he and Mama go into the room to relax.

No one is EVER allowed to go into the room when he and Mama have the door closed. If you enter you'd damn well best be dying, bleeding profusely, or have a bonafide emergency. If not…well….why don't you try it yourself? Sometimes daddy stays away for a while if things get too heavy. That way no one can say it was us doin' shit. Oh, they have their suspicions, yes but without solidified proof the feds can't do shit. One time on a Sat morning me and Daddy went fishing. Just the two of us. We went out the the lake and spent the whole day out there talking and fishing.

Another time me and daddy watched the stars above our house. It gets pretty starry where I live. You can never get tired of lookin' at the stars. After a while we stopped though. (Daddy's girlfriend had a part in that and there were other reasons as well.) Mama said its because the feds were nosing in a bit too much so daddy had to stay away more to keep the family safe from harm. I asked Mama about his girlfriend and Mama knew about her but didn't mind. Mama told me she sometimes has a few men come over for a few hours or so so it was all ok.

Even though my Daddy is normally a nice guy, he has yelled at me and Baby on numerous occasions. One for fightin' two for makin' too much noise and so on. He's threatened to kill us both if we kept it up. Hell, he even threatened to kill t he whole lot of us when we all was acting "jackassy" as Daddy had put it. We can take it as a grain of salt. He never means what he threatens on us. However to you and anyone else, you damn well best believe he means it. Every fucking word.

"Sydney, get your little fuckin' ass in here NOW! I'ma gonna shove a boot up yo ass!" I hear my daddy yell for me and that's my clue to get down there right away.

"Sydney did you eat the last piece of fuckin' pie?" Spaulding asked

"Yeah, so fucking what-owww hey asshole!" Sydney yells as Spaulding throws an empty box at her head.