Breathe

Chapter 30- Fight For Me

My daydream was cut short with the shouting of my father grabbing my attention. I stepped down the stairs slowly, taking in the sights of my surrounding with the fear that it will be my last visit for a while.

"When were you going to show us this?" My dad spoke to me the second I stepped into the dining room. Since when were he and Niall an 'us'?

"I-"

"This is a serious matter, Julia!" Great, now he sounded like Niall..

"But-"

"You can get hurt!" 

"Okay!" I shouted, causing both of them to stand in shock. "So what? I'll get hurt but at least I could spend time with you.."

"She's worried that you'll send her away so she can be protected." Niall said for me as my blood boiled and my body shook with concern.

"She's right." My dads words slipped from him naturally. 

"What!?" My eyes widened and I could feel my heart through my chest. "Dad, please no!" I run into his chest, wrapping myself around him.

"It's for the best.." He said in a soft hush through my hair.

"I spent all my life growing up without you and now that you're finally in my life, I'm never here.." Tears swelled in my eyes as I shut them tightly, locking the water in my tearducks.

"I just don't want you hurt.." He took me into his arms lovingly. I knew that he only meant good but I just got back from being away for months and now I was to leave again? "I'll be making plans for you to leave in the morning..." He spoke in pain and pitty with every word that escaped harshly from him lips.

"I'll be going with her." Niall said like a solider.

"Good." My dad rested him chin on my head, as my heart broke with the conversation proceeding. "I want her to go back home with you. But I want to fool Hanna by tricking her into thinking she is going to her mothers." Her words brought a sharp pain, causing tears to flood down my cheeks and my heart to fight to beat.

"Yes sir." Niall agreed.

"You two will be staying at her mother's tomorrow night and leaving early in the morning, before the sun raises to catch a plane to your house." My father's tone was more demanding rather than suggestively. 

The exchanging of words between the two replayed through my mind over and over again as if time itself had been rewinding the moment a mere thousand times. Breathing became harder as the fact began to sink in- I was going back to my moms.

That next morning I awoke with dried tears on my cheeks and my eyes heavy from all the crying. My hair is in a messy nest and my clothes, well they weren't "in season".

I dragged myself down stairs to the naturally lite office where my dad had been working. 

"Sweetheart." He smiled a goodmorning as he swung his legs from his desk as I approached.

"Hi." I softly said, sitting on his lap like a little girl would Santa.

"Are you all ready?" 

I took a deep inhale of air, trying to convince myself not to cry while I began to notice my vision blurring and my body shaking with water flooding my eyes. I shook my head 'no' in fear that if I spoke, I would begin to cry all over again.

"It's for the best." He said, seeming to not even have faith in himself.

"Come with me.." I pleaded broken.

"I'll visit." He spoke with a promising tone.

"I'm going to miss yo-" My voice broke as tears started to stream down my cheeks.