Daddy's Love

Chapter 67: 67 - Split up

It's been a week since we have shifted and it's like both of us are under a house arrest. I can't work. I

can't sleep. I don't have any money left and Carol won't let me work so Jay will have to support us for

the time being. I am cooking breakfast in the kitchen when I hear a bang upstairs.

"What did she throw now? Nothing was left there." I sigh and deliberate whether to go up or not. I

should, what if she hurt herself?

I switch off the gas and go up two stairs at a time.

She threw my laptop on the window.

"That's it! I am calling Jay." I go back downstairs, exasperated.

What is the matter with these girls?! I don't remember the last time I had a meal in peace or slept

through the night. Fuck it! Really!

I grab my shirt and lock my house to go to Jay, but instead I decide to go to FUCKING Timothy. He

started it all the asshole!

I leave a text for Jay, telling him to come over to look after Carol and that she is alone.

I drive to Timothy's. Fifteen minutes later I ring his doorbell.

He opens the door and I punch his face. He stumbles backwards.

"You son of a Bitch! Why did you kiss Carol?!"

He is bleeding from his mouth and guess what, I don't care.

I punch him again. God, that feels good.

"Why did you tell the girls we had to kill people?!"

He just keeps looking at me.

"Grey, stop." I see him look at his little who has come by the door because of the obvious commotion.

She looks scared.

I stop. I don't want to scare a little.

"Baby, go back inside and watch TV. Go, daddy will be in, in a minute."

She complies.

"You Fucker! Why are you coming to blame me when YOU ARE SO incapable of looking after your

littles? Jay isn't of much help, is he? Ha...! I know, you know you can still have me. We can be together

and you don't have to be with that loser a..." I punch him hard with all my might before he can complete

the sentence.

He hits back. Fifteen minutes later, I am bruised and bleeding but the Fucker Is lying unconscious on

the floor so I guess that's fine. After venting my frustration off on the person who goddamn well

deserved it, I feel well equipped to handle my feisty Carol again.

I think of his little and feel a pang. I call Ron before leaving and tell him everything. He thankfully asks

me to go back home and that he would come right away and "take care" of the situation.

"Tell me one word against my family again and I will kill you next time, asshole! Get off me and my

family." I tell him although I am not sure if he can actually hear me. He better though. He is one person

I wouldn't mind killing.

I go back home to see his house empty. I go to mine and see Ana eating cheerio and Carol in Jay's

arms sniffling. I am sure she took a spanking. I see the belt lying nearby. She took the belt? Fuck.

They look at me and gasp. I must look worse than I thought. Ana starts crying. Jay bounces her in his

arms, trying to quite her down.

Jay looks exhausted and worried. I feel so bad. Like a errant child. I shouldn't have gotten into a fight.

"Go inside. I'll be a minute." He tells me. Owww... Now that the adrenaline has worn off every

FUCKING inch of my body hurts. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

I drag myself to the bathroom.

I look at myself and flinch. I look like I have survived a battle or something. The Fucker hit me hard.

I wash my face and get the bloody clothes off me. I think I broke my shoulder. Moving hurts. Oh Fuck.

I am sorry Jay... I shouldn't have picked a fight... I hope he is hurt more than I am... And before I know I

am consumed by blackness.