Daughter knows best
The " T.K.O Kid
Traci's father's abuse doesn't sit well with her.
											
											
								                   
It's been several years since Traci has seen her father, and she  
was reflecting back on, his, and her mother,s arguments, and 
fights that had caused their split up', and now Traci was going to 
get to     meet him after five long years of not seeing him. Traci 
was just finishing up with her hair, and now just about ready to 
set out to    meet her Dad, at the 250 club, for dinner, a lodge 
that her father  was a member of. Traci couldn't understand her 
father still, making her drive out of her way to meet him', least 
he could of driven to    little fork to meet her, instead of her 
driving to Homestead, which  was a good forty five minute drive 
for her.										
									                                                      
	 Traci gave herself one last look into the mirror, to give 
her appearance the final approval. Traci could have been wearing a 
pair  workout sweats, and an oversized jersey', and left her hair 
undone,  and still would have looked great. She grew into a 
voloptuous young    woman, having dark jet black hair, that 
reached the lower part of her  back, that she now had pulled back, 
and up in a lenghty pony tail. Her breasts were fairly large, with 
their measurments being 38 D . Yes the young girl of twenty, was 
an awesome sight to behold, with her wearing a jet black sports T-
top, one that revealed her soft but firm  midsection, that dipped 
ever so pleasently, not to mention the short cutoff faded 
bluejeans, that gave way to the right thickness of her   lovely 
legs. The girl was dressed to kill, also having a pair of black 
leather strapped boots on, that reached to the middle of her 
calves. She knew her father never approved of her style of wear, 
but now she   was dressing for herself, and not caring what her 
father thought her apparell of choice.					
										
	Traci walked from the mirror satsified, then taking her 
brown leather fringed sleeveless jacket from the coat rack, gently 
flung it over her right shoulder', blew herself   a kiss, as she 
looked back into the mirror, then took up her car keys from the 
nightstand, and made out of her room, and on down the stairwell, 
and on out the front door . 							
								      	                            
Traci entered on expressway, state 77 south, that would take   her 
to Homestead, a small hicktown being a state over, and still 
thinking that her dear little daddy was to damn inconsiderate', 
making her drive to Homestead, instead of him making the drive to 
meet her.   Taking the 250 exit ramp, Traci only had several miles 
yet to go now  before she would reach the club.   			
											
						                                             
Traci slowly pulled into the 250 club parking lot, and not   
noticing that her dad was there yet. She then looked to the club, 
and  sighed to herself saying, " Geez, this place is still a dive"
											
						              		
	Traci was there five minutes before they were to meet, she 
kept her end, of being on time . Traci waited in her Camarro, with  
some patient as the time went by, hoping that her dad would soon 
be there. An hour passed, then two hours passed . Traci's patients 
was    now wearing thin, as she allowed another forty five minutes 
to pass by. Burning now with anger, Traci started her car to 
leave, then just  before taking the gear into reverse', her father 
pulled in beside her.								
							" Plan on going 
somewhere, " Traci's father said, through an open window . Traci 
silenced her car, and pulled the keys from the ignition. " Where 
in the hell have you been, we were to meet here over two hours 
ago, its going on ten oclock, " Traci said, angrily . " Well, I'm 
here now baby, " Don said smiling, Don being her father's name. " 
Come here and give me a hug, " Don said, getting from his   truck 
. " I know what I would like to give you, " Traci said, still in a 
salty mood. Then Traci walking from her car, approached her 
father,  and embraced him. 							
											
			                     					
		 The two released their hold, from hugging', with 
Traci's father taking her by the shoulders, then saying, " Let me 
take a look at my daughter, my have you've grown. " Then realizing 
how she was dressed, he said, " But tell me something, why do you 
have   to dress like a tramp ? " Traci's anger was beginning to 
rise again, with her answering, " I'm a grown woman now, I'm not 
your little girl no more,  as much as you like me to be, I'll 
dress as I damn well please. "  " I'm still your father, I do have 
a say you know, " Traci's dad said. " Not no more daddy, now can 
we just go on in, and get this liitle din din over with, instead 
of arguing out here in the middle of this   God forsaken place ? " 
Traci said, impatiently. " Sure lets go on in,  you may be in a 
little bit of a hurry, and have more important things  to get back 
to, then spending time with your old man, who you haven't  seen in 
several years, " Don said . " And who's fault is that ? "  Traci 
said, as the two of them entered the run down building. 		
											
				             					 
Taking a table Traci excused herself, to freshin' up, and gave  
some bounce to her backside purposely, taunting her father some, 
and letting him know by her bodily gestures that she indeed was a 
full grown woman.									
											
			              					
	Traci took her seat, at the table along with her father, and    
faked a smile at him. " Now can we order dad ? " Traci asked . " 
Yea   we can order, your just like your damn mother, aren't you, 
no patient  whatsoever, " Don said, in his own tone of anger. " 
And just how do  you know what I'm like, you never came around to 
see me, and hell, I   don't know for how long, eons ago maybe, 
besides leave mom out of this if you would have been more of a 
man, instead of a wife beater, you  would still be with mom 
wouldn't you ? "  								
											           
	" Damn you girl, I'm not going to sit here, and take this 
fucking shit from you   all night, I'm out of here, " Don said, 
rising from his  seat . The waitress stood shocked,   as she 
watched Don, and his daughter who was now storming after him going 
out the door.									
								              
Getting outside, the lot was practically empty, allowing for a 
couple of harley davidsons . " Where in the hell do you think your 
going dad, cowarding out on me like you did mom, if you could be a 
real man for once in your life maybe we could just get along, " 
Traci  said, taking her dad by the shoulder, just before he could 
enter his   truck. Don turned to meet his daughters comment', by 
slapping her hard across the face, saying, " No daughter of mine 
is going to continue   talking to me like shit', do you FUCKING 
HEAR ME GIRL ! " Don shouted, with Traci rubbing the bright 
crimson redness from her cheek, her dad  was about to deliver 
another slap to her face. But Traci expected the  uncoming open 
hand from her father, and caught him by his wrist to bring his 
swing to a hault .  Then Traci twisted his arm downward, and  took 
him by the elbow with her free hand, and locked it tight in an 
armbar.										
											
			            						
	 Don's eyes lit up in surprise, as he was finding himself 
unable to break free of the hold his daughter had on him. A long 
five years had passed by since Traci had seen her dad, and during 
those years Traci had taken courses in Tai Kwon do, and other 
forms of fighting, along with lessons in submission style 
wrestling, that she picked up from a very good friend. 		
											
								           		
	" Now dad apologise, and I just might not hurt you, " Traci    
said, still twisting his arm in the lock she had on it . " FUCK 
YOU    BITCH ! " Don said, as an expression of pain swept over his 
face, with Traci, now twisting his arm even harder said, " No .. 
no .. no ... daddy that won't do, NOW APOLOGISE ! BEFORE I BREAK 
YOUR FUCKING ARM !" The expression on Traci's dad's face, was that 
of pain now mixed with a feirce anger. Don wasn't about to 
apologise to his daughter, he possessed to much pride, and he 
wasn't about to give into some young woman, even if the young 
woman was his own daughter.							
											
	Don's desperation was growing, the longer he was resisting 
Traci's hold, and refusing to apologise, was allowing her to 
increase  even more pressure on his arm . " Now whats it gonna be 
daddy am I  GONNA HAVE TO BREAK IT ! " Traci said, sounding even 
more serious.    Traci's dad tried in one more attempt to break 
himself free. Traci     then reacting to his decision, kept ahold 
of his arm, then twisting  wildly around him, she brought it up 
behind his back, and released her grip on his elbow, she took him 
by the back of his head, taking a  handfull of his hair', she 
slammed him face first into the hood of his truck. " 
AAaaarrrhhhggGG ! " Traci's father let out a loud painfull cry as 
his face was slammed into the hood of his Ford pickup, and held 
there against it, along with Traci twisting his arm up behind his 
back.											
											
	" You little fucking piece of shit, I SAID APOLOGISE NOW ! "  
Traci said, now being highly pissed off. Don still resisted to 
give in to her demand, and in resisting', Traci pulled up on his 
head a    little, along with nearly snapping his arm, slammed his 
face even harder into the hood of the truck. " AAAaaahhhgg ! " Don 
cried out his surrender, " Ok oOK, I,m sorry. " " Now tell me what 
are you sorry for daddy ? " Traci said, slamming his face into the 
hood of the pickup for the third time. " I'm .. I'm ... sorry for 
all the things that I   said to you tonight baby AAahhhggg ! 
pleaseee ... " He cried, now in tears. " " And what else are you 
sorry for daddy ? are you sorry you couldn't be a man, and treat 
mom like a woman, instead of a punching  bag, and are you sorry 
for slapping me, your own daughter, " Traci said, demanding more 
of an apology out of her father.						
											
	Don sobbed heavily, as his daughter held her forearm against 
his neck forcing his face into the hood of the pickup, crushing 
his face hard against it, she allowed him from time from to time, 
to state, and list his apologys. One reason after one, Traci's dad 
apologised for all the hatefull actions  he took against her 
mother. 										
											
	Traci was somewhat sastified from hearing her dad say he was 
sorry for all the crimes he committed against her mother, but 
wasn't  quite finished with him. Releasing him from the painfull 
arm hold, she allowed him relief from the truck. Don stood there 
sagging against the pickup, with his mouth, and nose being busted 
open, and tears still   streaming down his cheeks.			
											
									Traci's 
father trembled in fear, as she took him by the collar of his 
shirt, and pulled him away from the truck. " Wha ..Whhaaa ... t 
are you going to do baby ? " he stuttered . " Well daddy you 
telling   me how damn sorry you are, was good', but thats not 
enough, " Traci   said, walking him to the center of the parking 
lot, " Now I'm going    to give you a chance to fight back', you 
can fight can't you ? " Traci asked. " Then Traci released him, 
and gave her dad a light shove away  from her . " Please Traci 
don't do this, I apologised', what more do  you want, " Her dad 
said, raising his hands in surrender, as he clumsily staggered 
back away from her. " What I wanted was my father,  and for five 
years you denied me of him, and right now I don't see him but all 
I see standing in front of me is a frightened little man, who 
appears to resemble my dad, " Traci said, in somewhat of a far 
distanced tone. 									
											
										
	Traci then moved in on her father, shoving him back towards 
the 250 club,   and said, " Come on you scared little fuck, take a 
swing at me . " Don only backed away cowaring away from his little 
girl who  was now not so little in fact, Traci had two or three 
inches on him.  Don stood 5'10" but Traci must of stood 6'0" or 
6'1" . Traci then took her fringed jacket off, and flung it across 
the hood of her Camarro.  She then turned her attention back to 
her dad, who was still shrinking away from her . " Pleaseee ... " 
He cried, as Traci shoved him hard in to the side of the bar. 
Don's back hit the building hard taking the   wind right out of 
him. " Aaahhhgg ! " Traci's father knew he had no choice now, but 
to fight back, he knew Traci wasn't going to let him go without 
him putting up a fight of some kind, staggering forward Don 
regained his footing, and was frightened as any young boy could be 
.											
											
	" Come on old man, lets see what you have ? " Traci said, 
cocking her fists up towards her father. " Come, and get some of 
me, " Traci said, " You didn't mind working mom over, all those 
years, now   I'm giving you a chance at me', without any legal 
recourse of action taken against you, now bring it on, " Traci 
said, bouncing in like a  prize fighter, towards her dad .		
											
	Don staggered from side to side, still taken some, by the 
punishment that he previously recieved from Traci, then raising 
his own fists, he slowly moved in on her. Traci weaved from one 
side to the other avoiding her fathers weak, and feeble punches. 
Don was now   growing a little agitated at his failure of not 
connecting with his attacks, then decided to throw his leg up, and 
out with a straight kick . Traci was far to expecting of her dads 
slowness, and caught him by the leg, having a hold on his leg, she 
hooked her other arm up under his, and lifted him off of his feet 
. Traci then carried him back towards the building, and slammed 
him hard against it. A mask of horror swept over his face, and a 
shockwave of pain shot throughout his back  causing him to let out 
a scream, that more than likely could be heard  from the inside of 
the club.										
									
Traci coming from the wall after the first initial slam still had 
her father hoisted up in her arms, spun around with him, facing   
away from the building, body slammed him onto the hard graveled 
lot. Traci's father laid on the ground sprawled out clutching his 
back, and cried out for her to have mercy, but she wasn't 
listening, as she came down dropping an elbow across his chest. 
Don let out another cry of anguish, and a fresh set of tears 
streamed down his face. Traci quickly got to her feet, reaching 
down she pulled her dad to his feet by the hair of his head, 
bringing him back to his feet', and taking him by shirt collar, 
she drove several forearm shots into his face, with his  head 
wickedly snapping back from each shot delivered.			
											
	Don's face was a complete mess, one side of his jaw was 
completely swollen out like a balloon, with the opposite eye being 
swollen shut, and the other one wasn't far from matching it, blood 
pretty much covered his entire profile . Traci looked at her 
father with little or no pity, as she held him there, keeping him 
upright, and on his feet. Traci then drew back a fist, aiming it 
directly towards his head. " Pleaseee ... Traciii .. I can't take 
no more, your hurting meee ... " Her father said in tears. Traci's 
fist froze   as she spoke saying with a sigh, " Yeah, I guess 
you've had. "                                      			
											
	Traci roughly walked her dad over towards the two harleys 
that was still parked in the lot, and roughly threw him into the 
two  of them, sending the bikes, and him crashing to the ground. 
Just before Traci turned away from her father she said, " Someday 
when you become a man give me a call, and we'll go out to have 
dinner together', untill then don't even bother. " 			
											
	Traci then turned away from her father, and made her way to 
her Camarro,    and took up her jacket, then getting into the car, 
she started it, then spun out of the  lot, leaving up some gravel 
behind her, and laying some hot rubber on the road's asphalt .	
											
											
	Don, Traci's father layed in pain, it felt as if his back 
was  broken, he struggled hard to pull himself to his feet', when 
suddenly  a gal wearing a leather jacket, along with another woman 
yanked him roughly to his feet, and saying, " You have a problem 
boy with our bikes ? " " NO .. no ... please ... ! " Don screamed 
at the top of his lungs . Then the two biker chicks laid into him, 
taking him to the next level, of pain, and punishment ... " 
AAaaahhhgggggg !!! "         							
											
	The End