To Mend A Broken Angel - (First Book in Broken Angel Series) Completed!

Chapter Forty-Eight

He listened.

Giggling.

He frowned, and moved to see who was coming down the stairs.

Niah jogged down smiling, she stopped halfway to look back up.

She’d not spotted her father standing at the bottom with his coffee.

 “Hurry up.”  She hissed.

 “All right all right, calm down.”

Adam held his breath.

Niah jogged down the last few steps and froze.

She stared at him.  He stared at her.

 “Before anything is said here,” He paused, looking at the face of the boy on the stairs, “I would like you both to know, you have probably ruined an entirely perfect day.”

 “Dad.”  Niah started.

He shook his head, “No.  Get yourselves up to your mother, now.”

Niah climbed the stairs pushing her friend ahead of her.

Angellica sat up in bed as Adam followed her daughter into their room.

 “Gordy Hamilton?”  Angellica demanded.  “What the hell are you doing here at this time of morning?”

Gordy didn’t meet her eyes; he stood with his shoulders hunched around his bulk.  He looked ashamed.

Adam coughed, and shoved Niah forwards.

Niah folded her arms, and defiantly stared her mother in the eyes.

 “Niah?” Angellica questioned. “What is going on?”

She shrugged.

Adam coughed again.  “Do you want me to tell her?”

Gordy didn’t look away from his shoes.

Niah stayed silent.

 “Well someone better tell me what the hell is going on.”  Angellica demanded.  She threw back the covers and swung her legs over the side.  She wore her oversized t-shirt, which covered her enough to not embarrass anyone. 

Gordy saw her scar and made a gulping sound.

Niah shrugged again.

Adam stood behind them both, now smirking.  He eyed Gordy, then Niah.  He expected Angellica to explode and was waiting to enjoy the show.

Angellica’s blood started to boil, as Adam knew it would.

 “He was here all night?” 

Gordy glanced at her face, and then looked quickly back at his shoes.

Niah continued to stare defiantly.

Angellica looked at her husband.  He gave her a look that said, ‘What do we do?’

 “Answer me.”  She said to Niah.  “Was he here all night?”

 “Yes.”  Niah’s chin lifted.

Angellica grabbed her daughters’ chin, and wrenched her face to stare at her.  “What was he doing here?”

 “Staying with me.”  Niah said.

 “Why were we not asked?”

 “You would have said no.”

Adam laughed, “Damn straight we would have said no.”