My New Dad Hunts Ghost

Daughters

Tracy’s POV

I laid with my head on Zak’s stomach and look at the clouds. We were currently laying out on the grass. We’ve been here since I woke up from my nap; we weren’t talking or anything just laying enjoying each other’s company. I could tell we were both ignoring the heavy atmosphere of depression closing in.

We were both hoping the sun would keep it back.

“I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world,
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls are continually changed.”

I started to sing John Mayer’s Daughters. Felt like a good song for the moment.

And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hand,
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me

Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do,
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Ooh, you see that skin?
It's the same she's been standing in,
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left
cleaning up the mess he made

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do,
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Boys, you can break
You find out how much they can take,
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without warmth from
A woman's good, good heart

On behalf of every man
looking out for every girl,
You are the guide and the weight of her world

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do,
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters, too
So mothers be good to your daughters, too
So mothers be good to your daughters, too.


When I was done Zak wrapped his arm around my middle and squeezed lightly to show he understood. I was happy how understanding my dad had been; it’s hard for me to come out and say anything but music helps.

“I’m sorry your mom’s like that,” he whispered.

I shut my eyes tight as tears threatened to spill.

“You know I just don’t want to hate her anymore but… God I don’t even know where to begin to forgive her!” I exclaimed through tears.

I curled up at Zak’s side and her wrapped his arms further around me.

“I know it’s hard but one day you’ll just let go…” I nodded into his side and allowed myself to cry.
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More crappy fillers but I wanted to write something. Sorry about all this emotional stuff I’ve just been feeling weird about my mom lately and it’s coming out in my writing.

I totally spaced and didn’t realize last chp was my 80th! I feel like that’s a special landmark or something xD

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-Neche Narcissist