Innocent Getaway (Innocence Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

I haven't done stuff on my own before, but why would I want to if I didn't have to?
    I went to classes alone because it would be weird if I needed someone to go with me. Sometimes I stayed at home alone; until I got in trouble. But that happened because Daddy was too busy at work for me to go with him. I would have died of boredom if I had to go with him.
    “I'll be right over there.” Daddy nods to the bar that sits thirty feet away from the entrance to the club. Sitting at the bar are a few men and women who look about Daddy's age. They’re all talking and drinking. I can't help but think to myself how perfectly he’ll fit in.
    “Okay, I guess.”
    Leaning up to give him a kiss, I feel him whisper against my lips. “Be a good girl, Haley.” He gives my butt a soft squeeze before letting go, and it makes me smile.
    Two girls come stumbling out of the club, the loud music escaping through the door with them, and they run their eyes over my Daddy. He doesn't seem to notice them because his eyes are still on me.
    “I’ll be good, I promise,” I say, dropping down from my tip toes.
    “I’ll be right over here if you need me,” he says again, pointing to the bar.
    Nodding, I make my way through the doors, leaving Daddy behind me.
    The music is fun, and I can already feel the bounce in my step as I make my way over to the drink area to order myself something.
    I wave for the bartender's attention, and shout over the music. “Shirley Temple,” I say, pulling some money out of my purse. “Extra cherries.”
    When I get my drink, I sit on a bar stool and watch everyone on the dance floor. The colored lights bounce off the walls, illuminating the dancers. It's then I notice how differently I'm dressed in comparison to everyone else. Is that why Daddy asked if I wanted to change into something different? Because he knew I wouldn't fit in?
    It dawns on me then that I don't really fit in anywhere—not out at the bar Daddy is sitting at or even in here where everyone is my own age.
    The longer I sit here, the more uncomfortable I get, and I fidget in my seat. If Daddy was here, he’d put his hand on my leg and grip it tightly to calm me, but he isn’t here.
    “Want to dance?”
    There’s a boy standing next to me. I didn't even see him there. He's taller than me, but my Daddy probably has at least three inches on him. He's got blond shaggy hair and blue eyes like me, but his are a shade deeper in color. He’s wearing white board shorts and a pink polo shirt, and for some reason I don't like the look. I mean, I love pink, but it looks way better on me than it does on him. How would he ever get a girl dressed like that, I wonder. He should definitely look into getting a suit like Daddy has. Maybe cut his hair.
    Not waiting for an answer, he grabs me by the hand, pulling me towards the dance floor. He pushes his body close against mine as he rubs his body on me.
    “Hey! You can't touch me like that,” I snap, pushing back from him. Daddy would be so mad! No one is allowed to touch me like that, not to mention I don't like it. It feels wrong and different.
    “Don't be such a prude. I did you a favor asking you to dance. You look fucking ridiculous sitting at the bar by yourself dressed like that.” He’s loud over the music, and he gestures wildly at my outfit. Embarrassment fills me, but it’s not like how Daddy embarrasses me. This is so different and it hurts.
    Looking around, I can see he’s right, though. All the other girls are wearing short dresses, which show off most of their bodies. Their hair and makeup all done up. I’m probably the only person in here wearing sneakers. Or pigtails, for that matter.
    He tries to pull me close again, but I push at his chest, making him bump into the person behind him. I take the opportunity to run from the club. This was nothing like I thought it would be, and I just want to go back to my Daddy, even if it means sitting in that stupid restaurant again. I’ll fake a