On the Otherside of Town

Daddy’s Little Girl

Chapter Three:

Aurora's POV

The worst part is that I hate myself for how much I sometimes enjoy it—being with Frank, letting him have me. I crave it, even though I know it’s messed up. There’s this hollow feeling he fills, and I can’t help but want more, even when I know I shouldn’t.

I managed to make it through school, but when I went to meet Micah, he stood me up. Again. He left right after football practice, like I was nothing. So now, all that’s left is to go home and get dinner ready for Frank. He’ll be back tonight. He’s a truck driver, gone most nights, but when he’s here, it’s all on me to play house—cook, clean, pretend, and… well, whatever else he wants.

I get home early, enough time to start his “chicken surprise.” It’s the only dish I know well: chicken, peas, noodles, and enough mayo to drown out the taste. I mix in mashed potatoes, load it with cheese, and let it bake until it turns golden.

While it’s in the oven, I get a load of laundry going and start cleaning his room. I change his sheets, gather up the trash, pick up his dirty clothes, and sigh when it’s all done, even though I know this little peace won’t last. When Frank’s home, I’m in his bed, his room, waiting whenever he wants “easy access.” He’s made it clear—no panties, no bra, just obedience, just his rules.

As I’m turning off the oven, Frank walks in. He looks at me with that dark hunger in his eyes, licking his lips like he’s already devouring me.

“Get undressed, baby girl,” he growls, and I obey, peeling off my flimsy, see-through nightie. It slips down, leaving me naked, shivering under his stare.

He lets out a breath, savoring the moment. “Come here, Aurora,” he murmurs, his voice thick with control. I step closer, closing the distance between us, keeping my eyes locked on his, bracing myself.

He reaches for me, his hand finding my breast, fingertips grazing my skin, and despite everything, my body betrays me with a shiver. I hate how familiar his touch feels, how my pulse quickens as his mouth finds my n****e, pulling it in, sucking, making me bite back a moan. And I don’t want to admit how much I missed his touch.

“Missed Daddy, didn’t you?” His voice is smooth, taunting, thick with that twisted seduction.

“Get on your knees, baby girl.” I sink down as he unzips, pulling out his c**k, already glistening with precum. I glance up at him, feeling that familiar, helpless pull as he grins wickedly, stroking himself, guiding the tip to my lips.

“Daddy’s been dreaming of this,” he murmurs, and I open my mouth, letting him in.

(flashback)

My mom stood in the doorway, her face twisted with something close to disgust as she looked at me. I’d seen that look before, but this time it was sharper, cutting into me like a knife.

“You know, he was different before you came along,” she said, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes. “Maybe if you weren’t always… always hanging around, things would’ve been fine between us.”

I blinked, barely processing her words. “Mom, what are you talking about?”

She scoffed, her gaze drifting to the floor as if she couldn’t even stand to look at me. “Don’t play innocent. You’re always in his face, always doing whatever he asks.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, edged with bitterness. “It’s like you want his attention.”

I shook my head, the words catching in my throat. “I don’t… I didn’t—Mom, you know that’s not true.”

“Don’t act like some victim, Aurora,” she snapped. “You’ve been trying to turn him against me, stealing his affection, trying to… I don’t know, replace me?”

I stared at her, horrified. “Mom, I never—he’s supposed to be my father. I didn’t ask for any of this.”

She threw her hands up, her frustration bubbling over. “Well, congratulations. You got exactly what you wanted. He’s all yours.” Her words hung heavy in the air, and I felt the sting of them settle deep inside me, colder than anything Frank had ever said or done.

I reached out, desperate for her to understand. “Mom, please, it’s not like that. I didn’t want any of this. I just wanted—”

“Stop.” Her voice was cold and final, her eyes empty. “I don’t want to hear it. You… ruined everything.” With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, stunned and alone.

As the door closed behind her, I felt the crushing weight of it all settle onto my shoulders. She was gone, and any hope I had of her understanding, of her protecting me, disappeared with her.

I remember sitting alone on the cold bathroom floor, feeling small and helpless, waiting for her to come back. I cried out for her, hoping she’d hear me, hoping she’d change her mind. I was only ten, and all I wanted was for someone to tell me everything would be okay, that she’d stay and protect me. But the house stayed quiet, and no one came.

In that moment, I realized how alone I truly was. All I wanted was to be safe, and to feel cared for, but that night marked the beginning of a heavy emptiness that I couldn’t shake. It was like my whole world had shifted, and I was left to figure things out on my own, too young to understand, and too alone to ask for help.

After a while, Daddy took me into his room that night and showed me how happy he was to have me all to himself.

"Be Daddy's good little girl and don't ever leave me as your mother did, okay?" he said, his voice low but carrying a weight that felt like it pressed right down on my chest. Those words echoed in my mind, a mix of pleading and something else I couldn’t place, something darker.

I nodded, too stunned to answer, feeling the expectation in his gaze. The words hung between us, a reminder of everything that had happened, everything that felt so wrong but impossible to change. I knew what he wanted to hear, the promise he expected me to keep, but deep down, all I could think about was how badly I wished I had the choice to leave.