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He follows us the whole way up the stairs and stands behind me as I unlock the door and push it open. The petty bitch inside me wants to kick it closed so it smacks him in the face but then another part of me also knows he probably has a gun on him and I don’t want to get shot in front of Mela. I stop in the living and turn to face King. He eyes me skeptically but I don’t give a shit.
“Mela’s room is down the hall second on the left, you can wait in there while I speak with her… please.” It takes a moment but he eventually nods and does as I ask. I pop Mela on the couch and sit on the small table in front of her, trying to build the courage I need to tell her that I can’t be with her anymore. My fucking heart is shattering inside my chest at the thought of living my life without her. I will never recover from her loss.
Chapter4
King
Ilook around her small room. She has a small single bed in the corner with some pink netting thing that hangs from the roof surrounding the bed. She has fucking hundreds of soft toys scattered around her room and photos of unicorns hung on the walls. I spot some framed pictures near her bed and make my way over. I pick up the one closest to me, it’s a photo of Allison and Amelia on her 1st birthday. Allison’s blonde hair was longer, unlike her pixie cut now, her blue eyes shine with so much love as she gazes down at my little girl. I return that frame and grab the next. It’s another one of Allison and Amelia in a small child’s pool, both of them are beaming in happiness at the camera. My anger roars to life inside me—she stole years from me. I could have been there for all those birthdays but Allison kept her from me! I pick up the last photo and can only stand to look at it for a few seconds, Allison has her hands on Christine’s pregnant belly, both of them smiling at the camera. Allison’s eyes shine with love, while her sisters, they have something sinister lurking beneath the surface.
“No! I won’t.” At the sound of Amelia’s shout, I drop the photo on her bed and rush out to the living room. Allison has tears streaking down her cheeks as she looks to my daughter.
“Please, Mela, I don’t want you to go either but–”
“Ally, no.” At the anguish tone of her voice something inside me stills, I never want to hear that tone come from my daughter again. “I want to live with you. I be good, I promise. No more cream and no more bad at schools.” Allison sobs as she reaches out for Amelia and yanks her into her embrace, both of them cling to each other as they cry.
“You are the best-behaved girl I know. I wish I could keep you forever, Mela. I love you so much it hurts.” Fuck, I tug at the strands of my hair and make a split-second decision.
“Grab your shit.” Allison snaps her gaze to me and the pain in her eye’s morphs to hatred in a second.
“I need to pack her some things!” I narrow my eyes at her.
“Get your fucking purse, Allison. You both will be coming.” Her eyes widen and she begins to shake her head. “Or, did you want to pack her things now and never see her again?” That has her clamping her mouth closed. Amelia turns back to me and her littles brow pull in together as she scowls up at me, sniffles and dabs her eyes with her sleeve.
“You rude man!” Allison snorts behind her and quickly tries to mask her reaction by coughing. I move toward them and don’t miss how Allison shifts slightly so she is ready to pounce in front of Amelia if I try to harm her. It pisses me off but also makes me happy to know she would do anything to protect my daughter. I keep some space between her and me as I drop down to one knee. I just stare at her for a moment completely lost in her eyes. She looks so much like me—her hair color, her eyes, the way she scrunches her nose and lifts her lip when telling someone off.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude to… Ally.” I cut my gaze to Allison as I say that which causes her to roll her eyes. “How about I take you to get ice cream to say sorry properly and then we can go to my house for a swim?” I watch as Allison tenses out the corner of my eye but I ignore her. A bright smile stretches across my girl’s face. She jumps up and down clapping before spinning to face Allison.
“Please, Ally, please please please.” Allison pretends to think about it, knowing very fucking well she doesn’t have a say in what happens.
“Only if you promise to keep your floaties on and let me put sunscreen on your face.” She quirks a brow at my girl, who nods eagerly.
“I promise.”
“Okay, go get your things while I speak to… King.” Amelia scoffs and turns back to me with her brow furrowed.
“You name is King?” I nod. “That’s cool.” I can’t stop my laugh that bubbles out of me. I never knew hearing a praise come from a kid could make you feel some type of way. As soon as she ducks into her room Allison is on her feet. I do the same and scowl down at her.
“What’s your game here?” she whisper-shouts.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck–”
“Shhh, you need to stop cussing in front of her!” she reprimands me like I’m a fucking kid and it pisses me off.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck–” She strikes out and slaps her hand over my mouth with an angry look on her face. After a second, her eyes widen and she yanks her hand back like I burnt her. I can see the panic written all over her face.
“I… I didn’t mean… it’s just.” She stops to take a deep breath, the sight of her all flustered is actually fucking funny. “Please don’t cuss. It took me four weeks to get her to stop saying shit. I said it one time in front of her and everything was shit this, shit that, that’s shit and I refuse to buy more bars of soap.” I furrow my brow.
“Bars of soap?”
“Every time she said it she had to nibble on the bar of soap.” Rage rises inside me. I strike out and clamp my hand around her neck, her eyes widen in fright as I get right in her face.
“You fucking made my daughter eat soap?” I whisper-shout.
“Let me go,” she wheezes out.
“You ever do that shit again and I’ll break your fucking neck.” I release her with a shove and she stumbles back a couple steps rubbing her throat. Amelia chooses that moment to return. Allison quickly stands straight and drops her hand from around her throat and smiles at Amelia like nothing happened. How she fakes it stuns me. the woman is a class act, that’s for fucking sure.
“I ready, Ally.” It grates on my nerves that she looks to Allison for permission. I cut her off before she can answer.
