Claim Me, Daddy

Doable.

My eyes remained closed for a few seconds, and when I saw that nothing was happening, I opened them to find her standing in front of me, looking at me, along with Sienna.

“Destiny, I can explain," I started. “He–”

“Here, now let's go; we have a few friends to meet.” She gave me the belt and at the same time dragged me out, confusing me, but then I realized she didn't find Gerald like I expected. “Bye Sienna.” Destiny, being the kind girl she was, said goodbye to Sienna, and I was still lost. There was no way Gerald left so quickly, so how didn't she see him?

While we stood at the register to pay, I still looked around for Gerald, but he was nowhere in sight.

“Give your card.” She said, and I did. I was so focused on finding Gerald that I didn't even realize everything was already packed.

The cashier called for the shop's assistants to help carry our bags to our car because I had bought so many items that it felt like I had completely changed my wardrobe.

After we got into the car, we quickly returned home, and while I was putting things away in my room, Destiny went to prepare popcorn because she mentioned that she had people coming over.

I had also purchased a phone and computer, which arrived after us as they were ordered online. I started setting that up, and soon I was like any other teenager. With a phone.

“You're going to love my friends; they are so fun.” Destiny said, re-entering the room. “I can't wait for us to go to college together.” Wow, Destiny was truly the sweetest.

“I can't either. Now I want to put a photo of myself on the screen…” It's not weird; I didn't know much about how they worked. Lucky Destiny didn't judge me; instead, she was so kind to help me.

We took a few selfies together, and we were having a good time until Whitney barged in and, of course, threw insults at me, calling me retarded, as when she walked in, I was asking Destiny to show me something on the phone.

“But what can you expect from a prostitute's daughter? Just foolishness.”

"That's enough, Whitney. What even are you doing here?” Destiny defended me as she got up.

“Well, your friends are here, so I should have asked them to leave then.”

“Oh my god Whit, why are you like this?” Even Destiny knew how horrible Whitney was.

Then Whitney left, and Destiny asked me to dress so I could meet her friends. "One of them is throwing the party and is a second-year student; he's the coolest, so please do whatever he says.” She warned, and I nodded.

Destiny pointed to some jeans and a top that we had just purchased. She told me to put that on. I guess she wanted me to fit in with everyone's fashion sense. Well, I didn't argue it. I saw Destiny was trying her best to make me a normal teen even though I wasn't. My brain was f****d up, but I had to try for her.

I put on the clothes she wanted, and once I was ready, I went downstairs, and there were two girls with Destiny; I guessed they were the friends.

“You missed Zain; he just left." One of the girls said, and the other nodded, that's when I noticed the girls were dressed the same; they looked almost like twins, with only minor differences. They both had blonde hair, which I could tell wasn't natural, just like Destiny's, which I never judged her for, but moreover, they both were dressed like me.

In a plain white tee and blue jeans, I wondered if Destiny knew they would be dressed like this and if it was his reason for asking me to wear this.

“Oh Des, we already love your sister; she has our fashion style.” One of them said she sounded kind.

“And she's cute. Oh, hi, I'm Annie. This is Joyce. Sweet to meet you.” The other said it, and I didn't expect her to take me in her arms; I wasn't used to hugs. Only Destiny hugged me, and to this day, I wasn't used to it.

“You said her name is Zoe? That's cute, but we need a name that says, ‘I'm classy but doable in a park.’” The other said, and I was overwhelmed.

“When are you fixing her hair? You know that's the only way she can be part of us?” Another asked, and Destiny noticed how anxious I got and asked them to calm down.

“Zoe is still new to this; I told you she was homeschooled.”

“Which makes her the best choice for the fourth member of our group. Now, Zoe, what do you think about the name Sophia?” I knew they were trying to change my name, and before I could respond, a scream erupted, making both of us turn toward Whitney, who had been sitting by the chairs.

“Whit, are you alright?” Destiny asked as she walked toward her. Whitney was staring at her phone screen, her eyes wide with both fear and shock, something I've never seen on her before.

Then Destiny reached her and took the phone from her, and when she also saw whatever Whitney saw, Destiny, being overly sensitive, passed out right there.

And my heart stopped as I froze, knowing well what they had seen.

It should be something about me and their father, maybe one of the pieces of footage from the office of us being nasty the other day.

My brain seemed to stop working too, as I didn't even know what to think about but one thing: I should forget about college because this was definitely going to trend.