EroticReverie

Savannah Flowers

"But Daddy, it's so unfair!" I whine through the phone. 

"Savannah, you're not getting out of this." He says firmly and let out a little pouty whine again.

"But I miss you already." I say, trying my very best to get my ass back on a plane to California. 

"Nice try pumpkin." he says and I whimper pathetically.

I've been sent to my Aunt's for the rest of the school year, and am finishing out my last bit of highschool, in Savannah, Georgia. And I'd think living in a city with my name was super cute, and a main character moment, if it we'rent for the heat and feeling like I was in Satan's armpit. 

Coming from cold New York City weather to this southern sauna, already had my hair frizzy from the heat. 

"It's so hot, there's not even central air in her house Daddy" I complain. 

"You'll live." he he half laughs. I scrunch my face and pout even if he can't see. 

"Will I though? You'll be sorry when I pass away from heat stroke." I huff.

"Not funny Savannah." he snips. 

I give a long sigh. 

"I thought I was your princess, I thought you loved me, this is totally some kind of child abuse....neglect...it's something! I could totally sue you Daddy!" I say whining. 

"Hmm, right after the lawyers are done cleaning up the mess, you know..the reason you're even in Georgia right now...I'll have them give you a call and see if you have a leg to stand on, on that one." he says and I roll my eyes. 

"Everyone acts like someone died. All I did was throw a little party, it's not my fault those idiots jumped off the roof." I huff.

"It's called responsibility Savannah, none of which you have yet to take." He argues back and I sigh. 

"Daddy...I said I was sorry." I say with a small sweet voice. 

"Yes. You're always sorry, but sorry doesn't pay the legal fees, nor does it have any effect when you continue to do things without thinking, and ask for forgiveness, instead of permission. " He says.

"Cause you'd say no." I say, knowing I shouldn't be joking about it, cause he really was on his last straw with me. I mean, he sent me to Georgia for fucks sake. 

"Yes, let's see if that humor gets you through the next six months." he says and I groan. 

"Can I come back early for good behavior?" I ask. 

"do you even know what good behavior looks like?" He asks. 

"touche dad, touche." I sigh. 

"Ah, back to Dad are we? Guess you realize that trying to sweet talk me isn't gonna work." he says.

"Why do you hate me?" I whine. 

"List Savvy..." he sighs and I roll my eyes. Not because I'm annoyed but just because I know he's about to make me feel a whole lot of guilt. Guilt I already felt, not about those idiots that jumped from the pool house roof , only to miss the fucking pool by six feet, and smack their heads on the pavement and earn themselves concussions and broken bones, but because I know my father has spoiled me relentlessly my entire life, and I've taken advantage of it. Over and over. I'm his little girl, his princess, the apple of his eye, but also a giant pain is his ass. I never thought he'd actually punish me, so I did what I want, all the time. 

"You know I love you, you're the best thing I've ever done in my life. But I can't help but see that I've failed as your father." he says.

"Don't say that." I say, feeling a knot in my throat. 

"I need to know when I'm not here one day, that you can be responsible for yourself, and take care of yourself." he says.

"Daddy" I feel my lower lip tremble. "Don't talk like that." 

"I dont plan on going anywhere Savvy..but you never know..and it gets harder for me to sleep at night , thinking about how you're growing up and that I haven't done well enough teaching you how to be self sufficient, and take care of yourself." he says.

"there's more to life than an instagram following and fashion shows Savvy." he says. 

I feel my brows draw clowser , and that one hurts a little. But, he's right. I know he is, but I like my life as is. I don't want to think about the future, don't want to think about how I'd fare if one day he wasn't here. Sure he can leave me money, but I dont even know how to manage money. I've done nothing but spend his my entire life. Chances are I'd blow it all in a year and end up on the streets. So yeah, my father is right.

"Cant I learn how to be responsible in New York though?" I ask softly. 

"Georgia is going to humble you sweetheart, put things into perspective." he says and I just stay silent. 

"I really do already miss you." I say. 

"I miss you too sweetheart." he says and I listen to him clear his throat. Because he's getting choked up, just like me and we're both silent. 

"I miss mom too." I say.

"Yeah sweetheart, me too." he says gently. 

I was only eleven when my mother passed away. She'd been my best friend. She was perfect. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was just like my father, kind, loving, meant to be a parent. I was blessed in that department. I had two parents who made me their entire world, the three of us in our own little bubble of happiness. Until cancer burst that bubble for us. It was fast. Too fast. Even though we'd had six months together after her diagnosis, it still didn't feel like enough time to say goodbye.

"She'd agree with me on this Savvy." he says. 

"I know." I say softly. Because she would. Just like him, my mother didn't stand for entitled rich people. I feel a wave of regret that I let myself become one. I wasn't the cruel, asshole entitled kind of rich girl. I was a good person, just...very spoiled, very non chalant, and didnt think twice about a single thing because I knew my father would take care of me. 

"I love you." I say softly. 

"I love you too Savvy. So much." he says and I feel my tears start to form, take a slow deep breath and then close my eyes.

"I'll talk to you soon." I say before I start crying.

"Alright. Talk to you soon sweetheart." he says quietly. 

I end the call.