@duttonpatriarch contin. from >here<
Cara had a strained relationship with her daddy as a teen. Not that she was ever going out of her way to be disrespectful or purposely not listening to him; no, she was just a young impressionable girl in love with the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Kade Morgan was half Native American, half trailer trash and his mother had used him for little jobs as a thief, lookout and getaway driver. He had a rap sheet and a drug habit that only got worse with time and there was a moment, once, when he’d gotten Cara wrapped up in it. They never spoke much on it now, because she’d been clean for years and never had the occasion to accrue so much as a single speeding ticket that could possibly get her arrested; but back then, Cara wondered if maybe her daddy had doubted his trust in her.
“That’s good, b’cause ah’would feel mighty silly doin’ all this an’ you gave up on me, on us.” She leans into him and lays her head on his shoulder. Cara would sometimes do that in the big house at night, spending time on the same sofa, watching the news or a movie before bed. “Don’t ya ever give up, daddy.” Ryan walked by just then with a slow swagger and she lifted her head up and called to him. “Hey! What you walkin’ ‘round t’day fer t’morrow fer? Yer burnin’ daylight, boy, git a move on!”
“Shit! You got it, Chief…” Ryan murmured just loud enough for her to hear as he hurried his stride.
