Page 22 of Daddy's Little Fighter
FRANKIE
Daddy held onto her hand as they walked out of his office. He promised no one would be out while they were walking through the club, but she still couldn’t help but feel the nerves run through her body. But she could still feel all the other emotions threatening to be let loose, and she didn’t know how she was going to release them now.
Daddy didn’t want her to hurt herself, but what else could she do?
Gripping onto Daddy’s hand as they walked down the stairs, she sucked in a breath as they got to the bottom. There, sitting in front of the kitchen, were two stacks of plates on the ground. What was he going to do with the plates?
They walked closer to the plates, and Daddy let go of her hand. “I’m going to carry these out to the back, and you are going to follow. If you need to hold on, you can grip onto my shirt. Is that okay?”
They were going outside? Frankie didn’t know if she was able to do that. Wouldn’t anyone be able to see her?
Daddy cupped her face. “No one is going to see us. I told everyone not to come to the back. It faces the forest, so you don’t have to worry about anything. If it would make you feel better, Ican have two people on either side of us to watch out for other people.”
Frankie shook her head. If Daddy said there wasn’t going to be anyone, then she needed to trust him. Daddy hadn’t failed her yet, and she didn’t think he would start now.
“Okay, can you hold onto my shirt after I pick them up?” Daddy asked.
Frankie nodded and waited for him to pick up the stacks of plates before standing to his full height. She quickly grabbed onto his shirt, and they started walking to the back of the building.
“Wh-what are we going to do?” she hesitantly asked.
Daddy was silent as they got to the last door. Frankie quickly let go of his shirt and opened the heavy door. Her eyebrows pinched together as she looked at the door. Why was it so much harder to open now? She didn’t remember it being this heavy.
“They redid the doors to make them more secure so no one could get in. Not that anyone could since it automatically locks,” Daddy explained. “It just helps. The doors are thicker, too.”
What had happened while she was gone for them to change the doors?
“We had someone break into the club and try to get to one of the staff members. After that, we made it a priority to change the locks on each door, but also change the doors as well.” Daddy set the plates on the ground. “Everyone is okay now. We were going to change the doors and locks anyway, but after that happened, we did it right away.”
Frankie’s mouth hung open as she looked at him. So many things had changed around the club, and Frankie was having a hard time keeping up with them all. How had Daddy not told her?
“Don’t feel bad or upset that I didn’t tell you. I was one of the last of the owners to know because I don’t work in the club,”Daddy pointed out. “I didn’t want to tell you and make you worry. They all had it covered and figured out.”
And now Frankie felt bad for keeping Daddy at home this whole time. She had always felt guilty about him having to switch to working from home, but there was nothing she could do about it. Back then, she wasn’t willing to go out, and even now, she was still apprehensive about it.
“Enough about that.” Daddy waved his hand in the air. “We are going to throw these plates.”
“Thr-throw them?” Frankie looked at him like he was crazy.
But that was what she wanted to do. She had wanted to go to a rage room to smash things, but they had cameras, and she would have to see people.
“Yes, throw them and let all your emotions out while you do it. I have safety glasses we are going to wear so we don’t get anything in our eyes.” Daddy handed the goggles over to her.
“How did you know?” she whispered.
Daddy chuckled. “I guessed because you were pulling at your hair. You needed a way to let your emotions out, and I figured we couldn’t go out into town, so this is the next best thing. Trent had been wanting to get rid of these because they chip easily. We can yell and scream as we throw to let all the emotions we want out.”
Frankie stared at him for several seconds before the floodgates opened, and she was crying once again.
“Oh, Little One,” he cooed at her as he pulled her into a hug. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“Too many emotions,” she mumbled into his chest, holding on.
“Well, how about we throw these plates to let them all out? I bet we will feel a lot better after.” Daddy pulled away.
He helped put her glasses on before handing her a plate. She looked at the ground.
“What about cleaning up?” Frankie asked. “Should I gently throw it so the pieces don’t go very far?”
