Page 23 of Daddy's Little Fighter
“Throw it as hard as you want,” Daddy suggested.
“But the shards will go everywhere,” she pointed out.
“We have a cleaner coming, and they will get all of the pieces. Don’t worry about it.” Daddy kissed the side of her head. “Do you want me to show you first?”
Frankie nodded. She needed to see if Daddy was actually telling the truth about her throwing it as hard as she could or if he was just telling that to make her feel better.
But as she watched Daddy take the plate from her hand and pull his hand back, she held her breath. And just like he said, Daddy threw it as hard as he could, making the plate shatter into a million pieces on the ground.
“Wow,” she whispered as she stared at the now shattered plate.
Daddy smiled and turned toward her. “Your turn. Pick up a plate and throw it as hard as you can. Yell if you want to. No one is going to come out and check on us. Not unless I tell them we need them.”
Frankie grabbed another plate and pulled her hand back, yelling as she threw it to the ground. Heaving a breath, she watched as it broke into several pieces on the ground, going in different directions.
“How did that feel?” Daddy asked.
Pulling her shoulders back, she looked at Daddy and smiled.
“Amazing,” she whispered. “Can I go again?”
Daddy nodded. “Do as many as you want but take a break after you do a couple in a row. I don’t want you tiring yourself out too much or hurting yourself.”
That was all Frankie needed to hear. Without pausing, she grabbed another one and threw it to the ground. She yelled,screamed, cried, letting out all the emotions she had been holding in.
By the time Daddy and she finished smashing all of the plates, Frankie was absolutely exhausted. Her emotions were completely depleted.
“How are you feeling now?” Daddy asked.
Frankie nodded and leaned into his embrace, letting him take the weight of her. Daddy picked her up and held her close as he walked back to the building.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I needed that.”
How long had she needed it? It had been something she had wanted to do for a while now, and today she really needed it.
“You’re welcome. I don’t know if we can break plates every time we need to let go of our emotions, but we will figure something out.” Daddy kissed the side of her head.
“Put a mini rage room in the club,” she mumbled as her eyes closed.
That would be absolutely perfect. Then she and any other Little who needed to let their emotions out could safely.
Daddy hummed. “I’ll have to talk to the other guys and see what they say. But it might be a good idea to add one.”
“We can name it after me.” She giggled. “Frankie’s Rage Room.”
Daddy held her close and chuckled. She felt the air conditioning hit the back of her arms, and she snuggled into Daddy.
“I still have a little more work to do here, and it’s not too late in the day. I’m going to get you some food, and then you’ll take a nap.” Daddy spoke.
“No nap.” She yawned and pressed her face into his neck.
“Whatever you say, Little One. I just need you to stay awake a little longer so you can eat.” Daddy tried to pull her back, but Frankie wasn’t having it.
She was comfortable right where she was, and she didn’t want to move.
“Here are some chicken nuggets,” Trent whispered. “I figured she would be hungry after that.”
Frankie slightly pulled away and opened her eyes, not really caring at the moment that Trent was seeing her without a blanket around her. She was too exhausted to care right now. Trent had remembered that her favorite meal was chicken nuggets.
