Daisy's Daddies

It Hurts

I put her in my bed that's in the guest room.

Walking past Daisy's door, I stop. I should probably check on her.

Quietly reaching and feeling around at the top of the door frame I find the key knowing she locked the door.

I pick the lock as quietly as I can, and I see her in bed sleeping.

Her eyes are swollen, and her face is red.

"She cried herself to sleep." I whisper.

I close the door knowing there's only one thing I can do.

I walk into James' office and get on his computer. There has to be something.

"Fuck." I sigh.

After a few hours of trying to find a way to get them out of this my eyes are feeling heavy.

I shut down the computer.

That's enough for tonight.

Going back to my room I check in on Daisy one more time.

When I open the door, she's awake and rocking in her bed with her hand over her chest silently crying.

Without thinking I walk in and sit with her.

She needs to be held.

I sit behind her and wrap my arms around her shaking body.

We sit like this for a while.

When the sun starts to come up if sounds like her crying has stopped.

I carefully move out from behind her and lay her down and pull the blankets over her.

This poor girl...fuck.

I take my shirt off once I make it to my room and lay next to my baby. Pulling her close to me she snuggles up and gives me a sleepy kiss on my chin.

My eyes pop open to the sound of glass breaking.

Looking down I see Carson is still in my arms.

"Fuck, Daisy."

I get out of bed and run towards the sound.

Making it to the kitchen I see Daisy crying on the floor surrounded by broken glass.

I steadily maneuver around the shards and pick her up. I sit her on the counter adjacent to the mess and check her body for cuts.

"I just...I wanted some apple juice." She chokes out.

"Okay hun, I'll get you some. Did you hurt yourself." I ask.

I'm trying not to ask her if she's okay, I know she's not okay. And if I were to ask, she would just lie and say she's fine.

Handing her a full cup of apple juice she chugs it down.

Grabbing a bag and the broom I sweep the glass up making sure I get all of it and I throw it away.

"Drew..." She croaks.

I look at her.

"It hurts." She coughs with more tears soaking her face.

What? Where hun? What hurts?" I ask looking around her body.

I thought she didn't get cut.

She weakly points at her chest where her heart is.

"Please don't leave me by myself Drew...I don't want to be alone...I want you and Carson to stay here." She practically begs.

"Daisy can you take a deep breath for me?" I ask looking into her eyes.

She tries, she chokes but she tries.

"I'm not going anywhere; Carson and I are staying." I hold her face to make sure she looks at me.

"Can... can I lay down with you and Carson?" She asks worried about my answer.

I feel like I should say no only because the brothers would kill me if she was in the same bed with me...but in this circumstance, I think it'd be okay. I'll have her lay next to Carson and I'll be on the other side.

"Come on." I pick her up and she lays her head on my shoulder.

I lay her down next to Carson and put the blankets over her.

I take a quick look at the time and it's 7am.

Damn...

Should I just stay awake or try to get in a couple hours of sleep?

My feet decide for me, and they picked more sleep.

Getting in the bed I close my eyes and drift off into sleep.

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