Page 14 of Daddy's Little Survivor

She didn’t want him close to her. There was something about him that made her feel comfortable around him but at the same time, he made her body freeze up.

Maybe she could look closer through the cabinets of the bathroom to see if he had any medicine she could use.

Her mind started to wander as she carefully washed her body. Monroe knew she was a Little since her junior year of high school. One day, she had downloaded a book and found it was about a Little and her Daddy. It immediately caught her attention and she wanted to explore it. She had talked to her boyfriend at the time and they started to explore, with him being the Daddy and she being the Little.

It was groundbreaking. She loved every minute of it and found herself wanting to be Little all the time, but held back whenever she was in front of her foster parents and teachers. It wasn’t easy, but she managed to do it.

Then she had gotten thrown out of the foster care system when she had turned eighteen and was on her own. Her boyfriend had broken up with her several weeks before. It had been two months before graduation and since she couldn’t go to the high school anymore, so had gone to a women's shelter and received her GED.

She had gotten a job at a department store and worked there for more than a year before they’d had to downsize, and she was the first to go. Being homeless wasn’t easy, especially in the winter and living in her car. She’d gotten a job at a diner and several weeks later, Jared stepped into her life.

He rescued her off the streets and even though her boss, Mario, had told her not to get involved with him, she had let Jared carry her away like a knight in shining armor. Even though he saved her, she hadn’t felt fully safe to show Jared her Little side. Monroe had been so stupid back then and would do anything to go back in time and change it.

Her mind drifted to when Michael had called himself Daddy. She hadn't really thought about it at the time, and had just followed his orders, but thinking back on it, he really had called himself Daddy.

Was he really a Daddy?

She didn’t know what to think about that. If he wasn’t a Daddy, why would he call himself that? That meant he had to be one.

When he said that, it made her relax and actually do what he said. She’d never had that happen before and she didn’t know what had come over her. Was it the way he talked, the authoritative voice, or was it because he said Daddy?

Right as she came to her senses, she became all tense and didn’t want to be near him. She had to remember she didn’t know this guy and couldn’t trust him, no matter how much she wanted to.

He knew she was running away from someone and could probably find out who and contact Jared, telling him where she was. That couldn’t happen, so she needed to keep him at arm’s length right now.

Monroe had to remember that even though this was the first Daddy she had officially met, it didn’t mean she should trust him. He could be a serial killer that just told her he was a doctor so she would trust him.

Her body tightened up at that thought. She needed to get out of this house right now. What if he was a killer? She didn’t want to die yet. She was only twenty-seven years old and still had the rest of her life to live. She’d just gotten away from Jared. She wanted to live, explore, and stay hidden.

She could do those at the same time, right?

Monroe sighed and leaned against the wall. She had no clue if she could do all that at the same time. It sounded nearly impossible right now with her not having any money and already struggling to stay hidden.

It was exhausting. She hadn’t realized how exhausting it was going to be, but she would rather be here and exhausted than back with Jared, scared and abused. Anything was better than being with him, maybe even death.

Monroe wasn’t suicidal, she wanted to live and experience life, but she also knew the reality if she couldn’t get away from him. What if she didn’t manage to escape? She knew she wouldn’t have been able to go through another one of his beatings and still be alive.

She finished cleaning her body before she shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. It was really tempting when he suggested he could help her take a bath.

Oh, she really wanted to say yes to him helping her in the bath, but she didn’t want him to stare at her bruises, scars, and cuts the whole time. She didn’t want him asking even more questions once he had time to really look at them.

Monroe longed for the day when a Daddy would help her take a bath, cherish her, and love her for who she was. She wanted to be pampered and loved but she didn’t know if she would ever get that.

Who would want someone as damaged as her? Who would want to be with someone who was running away from such a powerful person?

No one would want that. She didn’t know a single person who would want to be on the run with her. Granted, she didn’t know many people, but still.Shewouldn’t want to be on the run with someone for the rest of their lives.

Not knowing how long she’d been in the bathroom, she knew she probably needed to hurry if she didn’t want him to coming to ask her if everything was alright. Quickly opening the bag, the first thing she saw was the giraffe onesie.

A tiny squeal left her mouth. She had always loved onesies and hadn’t worn one since high school.

Why would he get her something like this? Did he know she was a Little? Jared had never gotten her things like this, even when they first started to date. He’d told her if she wanted things, she could buy them for herself because he didn’t want to guess what she liked or didn’t like.

The first thing she noticed when she touched the onesie to pull it out of the bag was how soft it was. How was it so soft? She didn’t think she’d ever felt anything this soft.

She reluctantly put it on. She knew it wasn’t hers and she didn’t want to ruin it. What if one of her cuts started to bleed again? What if she spilled something on it? Maybe she should ask for something else to wear so she didn’t ruin this.

Monroe left her clothes on the floor like he’d said, even as it went against everything in her body. She was the one who cleaned up and made sure everything was spotless. Dirty clothes on the floor were unacceptable and she normally got beatings for it.

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