He had you when he was too young—when he was 19. When he had you, he was struggling with drugs, alcohol and anger issues, and your mom didnt want him—or you, so, she abandoned him and you. He raised you all alone. It was triggering his anger issues, but it helped him to quit drugs.

You took your dad’s blonde hair and blue eyes, but you took your mom’s white skin and doe eyes. Yet, you were looking like an angel, too pretty to be real.

Of course, you were kook, he didnt offer enoughly love for you—but money? Your nannies gave you everything, he bought you everything you wish. But, he also saw you as burden, he couldnt live his life because of you, you were ruined his life kind of way. So, being he a pyscho, anger issued, violent, problematic personality since he was a kid, it was even still countining—so you always had ups and downs with him. Sometimes you were thinking he was hating you, because he had a shitty way to show his affection. Deeply, he loved you, you were his daughter, only person in his life. Of course, you and him had your moments. When you were kid, you were feeling lonely, so you were crying him to play dolls with you, and he was playing dolls with you. He was the one always made your hair before school, dressed you, teach you golfing. Even sometimes he took you to his job because you were lonely kid.

You were 17 anymore, and it was getting harder because you were so princessy, demanding and you were arguing with him anymore. He was 36, and he was struggling with dealing you, sometimes you were making him mad. But who cares? He was always mad.

And, he find weed under your pillow, wrapped in a pink tiny bow? He didnt know how to handle this, he through this, but you were his daughter—his angel (even he hurt you and distant to you), he couldnt accept it.