Eva & Her Striker (Book One Of The "And Her" Series) (Unedited)

Chapter Twenty Eight

I wake to see dad sitting in the chair next to me, watching me with a faraway look in his eyes. God, he looks terrible his clothes are dirty his hair is a mess, and it looks like he hasn't slept in a month never mind a day. He hasn't noticed me looking at him so I bring him out of his stare."You look like shit, dad" I tease groggily

He looks to me laughing "Thanks, baby girl, am going for the grunge look," he says with a wink

Laughing at him, I sigh "I've missed you daddy" I croak

What can I say am a daddy's girl, don't judge...

"Oh baby girl, I've missed you too, am sorry I stayed away so long," he says holding my hand

"It's okay dad, everything that happened, dad. It wasn't your fault" I say "I was stupid to go there by myself at night" I say shaking my head of my stupidity

"You wouldn't of went out the house at all if I didn't open my fucking mouth, baby girl" he growls in frustration and sorrow

"Let's just agree to disagree, Eh? Am fine okay?" I grab his hand squeezing it

He smiles and huffs "So, I hear you're coming home tomorrow?" He says happily

"Yeah, I can't wait to get out of here, am excited to see Justin in action on Saturday too" I say excitedly

"You still wanna go?" Dad's asks in shock

"Of course I do, why wouldn't I? Daddy, I just want my life back, I don't wanna be cooped up indoors scared to go outside, feeling vulnerable. Cos that means they win, the bastards that did this to me will not win, they may have broke parts of my body" dad winces at my choice of words "But they haven't broken me," I growl

Dad's looking at me proudly "You are so strong baby girl, so brave," He shakes his head in awe

"Hey," Justin says softly "Mind if I come in?"

He looks between me and dad, I smile brightly at my boyfriend "Course son, I was just talking to Eva here, asking if she's excited to come home" he smiles at Justin

Justin smiles back—no awkwardness anymore, hmmm?

Justin kisses me briefly as he sits next to me on my bed "I was just telling dad that I can't wait to see you in action, on Saturday" I tease with a wink

He smiles shyly at me "I honestly wasn't sure whether to take part in Saturday's game really baby" he admits

"What the fuck? Yes, you are. Me and dad will be there, cheering you on" I say

"Baby, I don't need..." he goes to say but I cut him off

"Fucking hell, Not you too Justin, am going on Saturday, dad is going—YOU are going. You hear? Like I told dad, I am not. Repeat. NOT going to be imprisoned in my own home, scared to live my life, No. They've have already broke parts of my body, and I fucking refuse Justin—fucking REFUSE them to break me. They will not break me, I won't let them!" I growl "So, I'll say this once more then that's all I wanna hear of it yeah? I am going to that game, and YOU are going to kick motherfucking arse—you hearing me, babe?" I ask Justin with a grin.

"Fucking loud and clear baby, fuck that was hot" he growls in my ear

"Ahem— still in the room people" Dad growls

Me and Justin blush profusely "Sorry," we say

Dad shakes his head laughing "Your ma was right, fuck, I'm never gonna hear the last of this" He groans

Me and Justin look to each other in confusion and shrug Don't know what he means by that...

"So if you're, I mean if we're going to the game. Baby girl, we're gonna need Everton tops" he stands clapping his hands together in excitement