"Please" Addison heard her mom plead. It was always this way. Countless nights of hearing her parents fight had left her numb now. On second thoughts, "fight" wasn't the right word. It was more of her mom begging her Dad for permission to do simple things like wanting to go out to the mall, wanting to hangout with her friends, etc.
Addison hated it.
She spent those cold nights tucked under her safety blue blanket, promising herself one thing. She would not live this life.
At 12 years old, all her friends had a lot of stories about the expensive gifts their Dads bought them, the adventures they went for in the weekends and how they are proud to say that they are their Daddy's princesses.