Chapter 12

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I paced the floor of the living room contemplating what tasks I had left to complete around the house.

I was alone at home again because Kerrick was at work, so I tried my best to pass time preoccupying myself with something to do. I already did everything I needed to for the morning because it was only two of us so there wasn't much to begin with.

Three weeks went by since I was in this house, but it still felt strange being here.

It didn't feel like my home but Kerrick's, so I always felt like I was intruding in his personal space whenever he was around and I was just a stranger here.

I missed my home with my father. I missed the curtains, the carpets, the floors - everything I longed for back at my old house.

What was worst of all was the fact I had no one to talk to.

Kerrick mentioned earlier that we didn't really have any neighbors. From what he knew, they were business people who traveled frequently so they were never around.

I missed gossiping and interacting with everyone around me and the people I met in the store. Being locked away in this house made me realize how much I had before and had taken for granted.

I would've given anything to go home to my father instead of being tucked away in this house like a pair of shoes in a closet.

I missed my friends terribly and all the other people in my neighborhood. I missed waking up to the fresh smell of goods in the shop, my father's tapping on the cash register when he was checking up, the sound of the doorbell when customers came and my friends laughter - I had to admit I was jealous they were carrying on without me.

I took up the telephone lying on the coffee table in front of me and dialed my father's number and waited.

The phone rang twice without an answer but I dialed it again without delaying.

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead while I waited for him to answer because I wasn't sure he would after I hung up on him before. He had all right to ignore my calls.

"Hello?"

Hearing my father's voice, I gasped and put a hand over my mouth before taking a sigh of relief.

"D-Dad?" I mumbled almost incoherently.

"Delancy!?" He sounded as shocked as I was on the other side of the phone, probably because I hadn't called him in weeks but I was just as glad to hear his voice.

"Dad, I, um, I'm sorry I hung up on you. I-I didn't even call you and -"

"It's okay." he said stopping me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"I can tell when my little girl isn't okay."

I was married and I was still his little girl. It moved my heart to hear him say that but I masked the happiness in my voice.

"Dad, what do you think I'm doing here with Kerrick?"

I could hear the frustration in his breathing on the other side of the call but I waited patiently for his reply.

"You have to be his wife."

I went quiet but I knew he somewhat understood.

"I'm sorry I couldn't take you away and stop you from doing this," It hurt to hear him so regretful for my situation and decision but being my father It was unavoidable. "You have no idea how much It haunts me that I let this happen. I don't know what he's been doing to you or what you've been going through and that's what worries me most. You're still my daughter and I worry about your safety, I can't help worrying because at my age it's all I can do."

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