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Daddy, I Believe-Part5
Hey guys, it's Spencer! And this is the next part to "Daddy, I Believe" I'm bored, so this is all I have to do since it's raining outside and I have no idea what else to do. So, without any other thing to do...I hope you guys enjoy this part. So, this goes out to my sissy Vicky, Esraa, Isra and also...ARNE!!! And also, Michael Jackson (_) Again, I hope you enjoy this part...and let's get started. ----------------------------------------------------------------**************************************************************** (\/) (o.o) (")UU(") "Daddy, I Believe-Part5" ****************************************************************---------------------------------------------------------------- Me-Abigail I sighed and slid down the tree to Daddy. I was wondering what he was gonna say about the song. I made it to him and looked down. He placed his hands on my shoulders. Daddy: baby girl, that was such a beautiful song. Where'd you come up with it? Me: (removes his hands from my shoulders) I didn't, Daddy, mama did. Daddy: câ??mon, Abbyâ?¦you canâ??t be made at me still. Me: Iâ??m not. Daddy: Abigailâ?¦ Me: Iâ??m gonna go back in the house. (starts walking away from him to the house) Daddy: Abigail Elizabeth Carson Jackson, get back over here right now little lady. Me: (turns back around to him) what? Daddy: I donâ??t know what it is with you, I made a mistake calling you Carson. But that doesnâ??t mean you have to be so mad at me that you wonâ??t talk to me. Canâ??t we just talk about it like we use to when you were little? Me: (crosses my arms looking away) I guess. Daddy: (smiles) thanks baby girl Daddy sat up against the giving tree with his legs spread. He told me to come over there. I shook my head and walked over to him and sat between his legs. His hands went around my waist pulling me closer to him. Daddy: this reminds me from when you were 4 and me and you would ways sit down together. Me: yeah...whatever you say, Daddy. Daddy: c'mon, Abs, just talk to me. You use to love these daddy-daughter-moments. Me: yeah, that's before you became like the biggest star out there. Daddy: no matter how famous I get, you know I'm always your daddy. And your always my little girl. Me: I guess so. Daddy: say that again now (pulls me into a tight hug kissing my cheek) Me: (laughing) Daddy, no! Daddy: Daddy, yes! (starts tickling me) Me: (laughing) Okay! I gotta say it: maybe this has to be the best moment I have ever had with Daddy. I was laughing so much, I didn't know a women walked up to us. I heard her giggle. I looked up and saw a pretty lady. I was wondering who she was. Oh! This is what she looked like: Pretty Lady: http://www.say-yes-to-tennis.com/images/laughter.jpg Daddy looked up and saw her. I saw his cheeks heat up. Hmmm? Where have I saw that look before? Daddy sat up and helped me up. The pretty lady was still laughing. Daddy: (blushing) Oh...um...Arne, what are you doing here? Arne: it's my time to come into work, Mr. Jackson. Daddy: (rubbing the back of his head) c'mon, Arne. I've told you just call me Michael. Arne: (giggling) thank you. (sees me) now, now who is this? Daddy: oh, yeah...this is my little girl. Arne: oh, Elizabeth, right? Me and Daddy: Abby/Abigail (looks at each other)(looks at her) Arne: I can tell you two do this alot? Me: if you mean, fight over the name? Yeah (chuckles) we do that alot. Arne: you look just like your father, Abby. Me and Daddy: thank you Arne: wow...you two must be father and daughter. You two act alike. Daddy: (cover my face with his fedora) thanks, Arne. Arne: well, I think I'm gonna go to work now. Daddy: okay...(takes his hat off my face)(watches her walk up to the house) Me: (fallow his eyes)(smirks and crosses my arms) you like her don't ya, Daddy? Daddy: (looks at me) wha-what... Me: I know you dad. Daddy: fine, maybe I do like her some...but...you can't tell her that okay? Me: secreat safe with me, daddy (smiles) Daddy: C'mon. Why don't we go in the house. Me: (smiles) okay Me and Daddy walk into the house; I got ready for bed. I hear mumbling down the stairs. I was wondering what it was. Okay, I really needed to take my meds anyways. I forgot all about that. I walked down and heard daddy talking to Arne. I was wondering what he was doing with her. Daddy held something in his hand. It seemed like a magazine. Daddy: how on earth could Heather do this, Arne? I know she thought her and Abigail couldn't handle the media...but she doesn't have to do this because of this damn lie! Arne: I'm sure you can work things out with her, Michael. I mean...you are her real father. And you have rights to see her. What do they he as rights to see me? I come here every week for him to see him, and I spend weeks with my own mother. Daddy walked off with Arne leaving the magazine. They looked like they were going into the kitchen. I shook it off and went to the table and picked up the magazine. I was shocked at what was on the front of the magazine. "Michael Jackson's ex files for full custody" How could my mother do this... How.... To Be Continued... ----------------------------------------------------------------**************************************************************** Wow! I haven't wrote this story in a long time, so I'm rusty on it. I hope this was a good part. And in my point, I can't believe Heather wants Mike to not have some custody over Abigail. I mean, that's his child also. But anyways. I hope you liked it :-) Not making part 7 till I have about 9+ votes (_)
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