DEENA SKET- DADDY DEAREST PART 2

He looked me in the face.
"Daddy its me."
I shut the door.
"You need to leave," he said.
"Im not going until we talk," i sed.
"Did you arrange this- did you set this up- I told Faisani to tell u-"
"Faisani and his friends raped me- because they knew i was desperate to see you- if you kick me out- Ill scream and shout everythin- about u and my mum- u think anyond respect u," i sed.

He stood up and started pacin the room- bare nervous.
"lock the door," he sed.
I locked it.
i sat down and he sat down on his chair and he looked at me.
"how much do u want" he asked.
I started cryin, "i didnt come for money- i came for you."

"im married- i have kids- a wife- a family," he said whispern in an angry tone.
"You named me- and u left," i sed, "and went back to ur family- i nevr saw any of the money u sent- my mum kept it to herself."

he said whore in arabic and i understood it cos some guy had sed it to me once. i slapped him.
"ur mother was a whore deena- i didnt know she was pregnant with you until you were born- she told me that if i didnt name you she would tell everyone- she used to work in this GP as my receptionist- deena please- just go- how much do you want?".

"You're a hyprocrit- how would ur wife feel if she found out about me- i look just like you- shed believe me straight away." i sed.

"please go- ill refer you to another gp," he said sweatin bare hard.
"im not going anywhere," i sed holdin back the tears, "until u call me ur daughter."

"you were a mistake!".
i didnt say anythin and felt a lump in my throat and then i sed, "your wife's face is going to look so good when she finds out." I got up and then he pulled me down,.


"im sorry," he sed, "listen- listen- whats your account number."
"daddy i dont want-"
"dont call me that deena- im not your father."
"you are akbar- you're my dad- you're in my blood."

he got up and started sweatin.
"for all i know you might not even be my daughter," he said, "your mother was a whore, there could have been a number of men."

he had a strong iranian accent and looked slimmer in person.
"dad- im yours- im your daughter."

"deena- go."

"im not leavin- until u call me ur daughter."
he looked at me and sed, "my daughter."
"no," i sed, "im YOUR daughter- say it- say your my daughter."

he said somethin in arabic and then he said, "you're my daughter."

i started crying.
"deena you hav to go."
he tried to rush me out. "600 a month," i sed.
"what,"
"i want 600 a month in my account and if you dont- I'll come back here and make a scene and let everyone know that faisani raped me and that you're my dad- i'll destroy you daddy- ill fuckin ruin you."
he slapped my face.

my cheeks hurt so much.

"i wont be blackmailed by a mullato whore like you."
i stood up and flemmed in his face and then i wrote down my account number. he grabed hold of my neck and went to punch me and den i said, "punch me and ill fal on the floor and scream rape- go to your computer and send me 600 pounds."

he let go of my neck and went behind his computer.
"every month," i sed, "thats nuthin compared to everythin ive been thru."

he was steamin as i watched him transfer the money.
"make sure u dont lose my account number daddy- or i go the police about faisani and go to your family about you."

then i left the gp.
I waited until i got to some alley and started bawlin, i fell on the flor and started bawlin so hard. people walked past and didnt say anythn, then i got a text.

NATALIE:
Deena it's me- i need to talk to you- I know Sorcha's chattin shit about u and my dad and about u and ryan and fumez- meet me at edgware station in two hours, i work near there, we need to talk with nobody there but us, me and u have been girls from day innit and we need to talk.

Natz
xxxx



I stood up and dried my eyes- natalie wanted to talk to me, we were gonna shit out- if she frt sorcha was lyin tings would work out- i wanted to fuck hangin round sorcha anyway- me and natalie could sort this out.
it was getting dark and cold, i fixed up my headscarf and walked into mcdonalds and ate, then i got on the train to kings cross then i changed to go edgware.
by the time i got there it was so fuckin dark but it was rush hour.

i walked out of the station and saw natalie there, she ran and hugged me.
"im so glad u culd come," she sed, "lets go to some cafe i know ok,"
i nodded and sed, "thanku."

we were walkin and walkin and didnt say a word- and den i recognised the area- we were near faisanis yard.
"wheres this cafe," i asked her.
we were in some park now.
"the cafe's close," she sed.

"but im open for business,".

i turned and saw faisani and jesse walkin towards us.
i turned to natalie.
"u bitch!," i shouted, "u set me up- u fuckin set me up."
she walked over to them and sed, "do smethin about it- fuckin do somethin about it."

I tried to run but jesse pulled out a strap from his pocket.
"come ere," he said, he was limpin- i fink from when i shanked him.
i got on my knees and started beggin them not to hurt me.
"come we take her to ur yard- faisani- to do to her what we were gonna do- natalie- u wanna watch?"

Natalie sed, "im goin- have fun with the sket."
then she walked out of the park.
some couple walked past and turned their heads when they saw jesse slap me.
"ur gonna get fucked up so diferently," faisani sed, "shankin us and thinkin u were gonna get away with it."
it was bare dark- the sky was grey and it was startin to rain.
they picked me up and dragged me into some next dark secluded corner of the park.
"suck my dick,"jesse sed, "if i feel ur teeth- ill stick this strap in ur pussy."

"where's ryan now- huh?", faisani sed, "tru say i heard he was bats," he and jesse laughed.


"is it bruv?"
i looked up.

Ryan, Fumez and three other man were standin there, all wiv straps in their hands.