Chapter 5

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Should I let her know that I'm here? I don't want her to know until a little later but this would really bother me. Seeing my two daughters doing this is really bothersome to me, even really bothersome to Zak since he's in that boy's house right now doing God knows what.

I want her to know that I am still watching over her. Let's see what I can do. I do remember playing with her left pinky finger. I would always rub it to either put her asleep or put myself to sleep. I look up to see her still crying so I crept my way to the driver's seat, as if she could hear me. I looked to see her hand sitting on her damp pants leg. I don't know why I'm so nervous to do this. I'm a spirit for crying out loud! I'm not suppose to be scared!

I moved my hand slowly towards her pinky and rubbed it slightly. Her reaction was like she was stung by a bee of some sort. She smiled and whispered "Mom?" in a questioning tone. I continued to rub her finger and was thinking should I say something?

*Miya's P.O.V*

I can't even explain the amount of anger build up in me. Finding out about my little sister being abused by her now ex-boyfriend makes me want to kill him. Wouldn't you feel the same as well?

I slammed my car door shut and walked up to the little prick's door. I tried to knock on the door as gently as I could, but my anger wasn't allowing that. No one didn't answer the first time so I knocked again. Then the second time, no answered. The third time, no answer.

I looked to see if the door was unlock but sure enough, it was. I opened the door wider, then scanned the place to make sure that it was safe. I stepped in and looked around. The living room looked like something off of a Martha Stewart collection. I wasn't expecting that.

I walked around the big living room and found at the corner of it Taylor's ex passed out. I made an 'o' at the scene in front of me. All of a sudden, the room began to feel funny. Or was it just me?

"Miya." I heard someone say.

I recongnized that voice and met him face-to-face. He looked as if he was very furious. When he gets mad his whole body goes into this state of some sort. I can't explain it but it's terrifying to look at him when he's angry.

"Dad, what are you doing here? And what are you mad-"

"I'm here because we found about Taylor's son of a b*tch boyfriend was abusing her!" He shouted so loud that I was scared....and almost peed my pants.

"How did you-"

"Just now! Me and your mom was walking down that street and saw your car. We figured that it would be you so we walked up and say you with your face balled up and Taylor crying! We listened on about what you guys were saying and when I heard-" He started to tear up. I didn't blame him. If either one of my children was going through this I would really end up in jail.

"When I heard my daughter say that, I wanted to kill him! Miya, I wanted to kill him so much-"

"Dad, I am way ahead of you on that." I said as I wiped a little tear running down my cheek.

"Miya, when were you going to tell me about this? How long did you know about this?!"

"Dad, she just told me today after I got home from seeing Matt." I truly said. "Dad, I was furious too and I feel what you are going through with this. Wouldn't you think that I would tell you by now that this was happening?"

"I know you would, Miya." He started to wipe his eyes with his sleeve.

"And Dad, shouldn't you be asking that question to Taylor?" I said. He moved his arm from his face and just stared at me.

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