All eyes were on the little girl and her father that had walked into Pop's Chocolate Shop on a Sunday afternoon.
Toni and her friends were gathered at their regular table for their regular get together. (After the time skip)
Toni's smile dropped when she saw the man standing with the little girl.
"Dad?"
"Toni." He greeted, sitting with his little girl at a table.
That hurt. Toni thought.
Y/N's POV
I stayed quiet as daddy looked the the menu. I didn't dare move from the spot he put me in.
"What do you want, cupcake?" He asked, looking at me.
"I-I no know, Daddy..." my voice was soft, almost a whisper.
"How about some pancakes? I know you love them."
Pancakes? He had to be joking, right? He was playing with me. I was only aloud to eat scraps from his meal.
"Weally?"
"Yes, darling." He ordered with the waiter and I began to bounce in my seat, having to go potty.
"What's wrong, sport?"
"N-Nofing (nothing) daddy...." I immediately looked down when he glared at me.
"Dad." A beautiful girl with a swollen belly spoke. She must be having a baby!
"Toni." He didn't even look up at the girl.
I kept my gaze on my stuffed bunny, playing with his ears.
"Who's this?"
"Toni, meet your little sister, Bunny." Daddy spoke, looking at me.
"H-Hi..." I waved, squirming in my seat.
He shot another glare at me and I froze.
"What's wrong, sweetie? Do you have to go potty?" The girl asked, making me immediately look at my daddy.
"She's fine, Toni. Leave her alone."
Toni rolled her eyes and offered her hand out to me.
I hesitantly took it and realized just how tiny mine looked compared to her's.
I followed the woman to the bathroom and rushed into a stall.
"Do you need help, sweetie?"
"Pwease." She helped me use the bathroom, lifting me so that I could wash my hands.
"Baby, I have a question." I looked in the mirror at the girl.
"Is your daddy nice to you?" I froze but remembered what daddy told me to say in these situations.
"Daddy nice." I spoke, turning off the water.
She set me onto my feet, handing me some paper towels.
"Honey, you can tell me the truth. Daddy wasn't very nice to me either growing up." She spoke, watching me wash my hands.
I bit my bottom lip, beginning to rock back and forth on my heels.
She squatted down to be my height, reaching to touch my cheek.
She frowned when I flinched away from her touch.
"Does daddy hit you, baby? You can be honest, I won't tell."
I extended my pinky out to her and she interlocked her's with mine.
