Note: no spankings yet, but give me time there is one slap though.  and tons of angst 

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No Worries 2 
By Ciejye 
 

Jenny had been living with Walter and Fox for three weeks. The  days had passed in a blur what with the funeral and everything, Fox  had been so good during all of it, being there to support Walter and  Jenny. Doing all the little things that were necessary so the two of  them could grieve. Walter was a wreck, his tears flowed freely, he  held onto Fox like a drowning man. Jenny was not that way, she  stood though the funeral and visitation dry eyed, not a sob, not a  tear. Fox’s heart leapt for the little girl and knew some how they  needed to get her to cry. 

The next week the trio tried to get back to normal, not an easy thing  considering that they were two men who now had to raise a  teenage daughter. The spare room was now Jenny's, her things  had been brought from Sharon’s place the week before. 

Now they were faced with the task of cleaning out Sharon’s house.  Walter wanted to spare Jenny this pain, but she just shook her head  and came along anyway. For several hours the three of them had  worked, packing up the contents of the house, the contents of a  lifetime. Walter walked into his ex-wife’s room, the boxes were still  unpacked and stacked in the same place they had been set when  brought in. 

"Jenny, you need to pack sweetie. Or go help Fox, I can do this,"  Walter spoke softly to the slight figure laying on the bed. 

"No, you shouldn’t be touching mother’s things, she wouldn’t want  that. So when are you going to send me away? Will it be soon?"  Jenny said listlessly, her eyes never moving just staring to some  point on the wall. 

"We are not sending you away baby," Walter reassured his child as  he sat on the edge of the bed. "Fox and I want you with us, to stay  with us and be a family." 

"No, you don't want me.  You would have had me come over  before, I wouldn’t have had to spend my last two birthdays listening  to mother’s excuses as to why you couldn’t be bothered to come or  call or even send a FUCKING CARD!!" Jenny's voice had gone from  soft almost monotone to a scream. "In two years not a FUCKING  card, not one FUCKING call, not one FUCKING visit, papa not  ONE. Did you FUCKING hate me so  much?? Did you want me out  of your life so badly that you couldn’t even remember my FUCKING  birthday or Christmas or my FUCKING 8th grade graduation???"  Jenny was off the bed now, screaming in total fury. 

Walter had backed up, his eyes wide, in total shock at the rage that  filled his child. What had happened? He had sent cards and gifts  tried to call and talk but his calls were refused. "Jenny, I did call,  you never wanted to talk to me, I sent cards and gifts, I begged  your mother to let you come to me, to visit, but she always said you  didn't want to, that you were still angry and that I shouldn’t force it." 

"NO!!" the force of that one word coming from the diminutive  teenager sent Walter back a step. The pure hatred and anger, the  savagery that spewed forth was a force to reckon with. And his  little girl was furious. "Do not  FUCKING lie about my mother, she  was THERE, she was with me, she told me how she begged you to  come and see me. But you were always too  FUCKING busy. Too  FUCKING busy to have any time for me, to have any FUCKING  connection with me. You didn't even FUCKING bother to send a  FUCKING card or call or even FUCKING ask about me when I was  in the FUCKING hospital with FUCKING pneumonia!" Hot tears  washed down Jenny's face as she screamed like a shrew at her  father. 

Walter took a step toward the red faced child, trying to calm her.  "Jenny please." 

"NO, FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR CARDS, YOU DON'T WANT  ME  YOU DIDN'T EVER WANT ME, YOU HATE ME, YOU HATE  ME,  YOU HATE ME, YOU HATE ME, YOU HATE ME." 

Walter couldn't move, for a moment, then he did, his hand snaked  out of its own accord, and slapped the foul mouthed screaming  hysterical child across the face. Jenny stopped screaming and  stared at her father, shocked. Tears welled up in her dark eyes,  and spilled over her face. Walter stood there in shock, he couldn't  believe he had struck his baby, his little girl. 

Then he knew what to do, Walter reached out and pulled the tearful  girl into his arms, not letting her pull away again. He wrapped his  child in a tight warm hug, holding her against his powerful chest, his  strong arms holding her so tightly. Jenny tried to struggle, but was  not able to fight the comforting arms that entrapped her. she just  kept whispering "hate me, hate me, hate me." 

"Shhh baby, I don't hate you, I love you. You are my daughter, flesh  of my flesh, and bone of my bone, you are a part of me. I love you  more than life itself. You are my family. MY little girl." Walter looked  up over his  child’s head, Fox was at the door lending his support, a box in his hands. Walter saw the unconditional love in his eyes. and smiled, drawing on the silent strength. "I don't know why your mother told you those things, th ey are not true, I want you, Fox wants you. We love you baby girl." 

Jenny cried against her father’s shirt for a long time, being softly rocked. Walter carried her out of the bedroom, and sat in the old rocker, the one he had used to rock her to sleep when she was a baby. Holding her on h is lap, he let her cry for as long as she needed. His heart ached for her pain, but knew the healing would start now. 

Finally, the sobs calmed to a soft hitching and sniffing. Walter fished a clean handkerchief out of his pocked and held it to her nose. "Blow," he commanded. Jenny rolled her eyes but obeyed, blowing her nose. Walter made  a show of how disgusting the handkerchief was not, and got a small giggle. 

"Jenny, I don't know why your mother said those things, its not important now. It's past, but I want you to know, to never doubt that I love you more than anything else in this world. And I want you with me." 

Jenny hugged her father tightly. "I’m sorry papa, the horrible things I said." 

"I know baby, I know you didn't mean them. Its okay." Walter said firmly. 

Fox cleared his throat and walked closer, setting the box on the floor. "I think you should see this Jenny." He spoke softly, as he opened the box. Inside were several packages, and many envelopes. 

Jenny and Walter looked closer, Jenny took a handful of the envelopes and gasped as she read the names. "They are all addressed to me, from ... from you papa." 

"It would seem Sharon didn't want you to have contact with Walter, she hid all the cards and packages." Fox spoke softly but Walter could hear the anger in his voice at a mother doing this to her child. It mirrored his ow n. No,  Walter thought, not going there, Sharon is dead, let it rest. 

Jenny wrapped her arms around Walter’s neck tightly, sobbing again. "I’m sorry papa so sorry, please forgive me, I didn't know, I didn't know, I’m so sorry." 

For the second time that day, Walter comforted his child, murmuring nonsense words, and letting her know it was not her fault, that it just happened. 

It took some time to calm Jenny down. Then Walter and Fox  worked again on packing while Jenny opened the cards and letters  and packages. Then she helped them. She stayed close to her  father for the rest of the day, it was as if she wanted to be sure he  was not going to leave her as well. Walter smiled, it was not going  to be easy raising a teenage daughter, but it was well worth it. 

To be continued... in part three