Daddy's Love

Chapter 30: 30 - No Greys (1)

I storm back inside my house and Carol rushes to me wondering what's wrong. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"You are bleeding daddy! What happened?" She shouts.

"Go back to your room Carol, and you are not to talk to or meet Christian and Ana anymore. Am I

crystal clear on that?" I ask her.

She looks too horrified to answer.

"but.... "

"But nothing! I will tan your ass with my belt if I see you doing either of those things. You don't want

that. I promise you it won't be good."

She manages to nod solemnly.

"Go upstairs and take a nap. I have to go to Mr. G to get this fixed. I'll bring back lunch, okay? In case

of an emergency, call Zack okay? Matt's daddy? Am I clear?"

She nods again.

"Words, Carol."

"Yes....yes daddy." She says and runs upstairs. For once I don't shout at her not to.

One hour later, I am coming back home with some burgers, fries and coke for lunch. I got eighteen

stitches. But I'll be back to normal pretty soon. Vampire healing power and all. I hope I did not scare

Carol much.

I come back home and go to Carol's room to wake her up. I see all the decorations and half made

cards spread in her room. It tugs at my heart. I decide to ignore it.

"Baby, wake up. I got us food."

Carol wakes up immediately.

"You okay now daddy? Do you hurt? Do you have to get poked with needles?" She asks hugging me

so tight.

I breathe in the strawberry scent of her hair.

"I am perfectly fine love. Your daddy is stronger than he looks!" I grin at her and that brings a smile on

her face.

"I got us all the oily, unhealthy food for lunch that you seem to love so much." I say and kiss her.

Soon, we are at the table, eating and I find myself wondering about Grey. And Ana.

He did not go to Mr. G who is the only doctor of our community. He must be needing stitches too, I am

sure. And Ana? I hope Christian doesn't punish her. He can be immature like that. But I made it clear

that it wasn't her fault Now, did I not?

"Daddyyyyy!"

"huh?!"

"What are you thinking? I've calling au you from so long...! "

"Oh, my princess, I am sorry. What happened?"

"Can we watch a movie after this and snuggle?" She asks. She doesn't want me to leave again.

"with some ice cream and pop corns?" I ask her.

She nods her head frantically and I laugh.

I look at my phone and I have 17 missed calls and 11 messages. All from Christian. I don't even open

them. I know what they say already.

We cuddle and watch Harry Potter together. Carol and Ana love the series. Ana was reading the series

currently. One of her books is lying on the side table. Damn, half her things are here. Should I pack

them up and leave it at his door step?

If he thinks I am molesting his little I don't want to talk to him, or see his face ever again.

I look at Carol and she gasps every now and then wanting to discuss things with me that she would

rather with Ana. I am listening carefully but I have no clue who is who.

"So, who killed Harry's parents again?"

"You know who!" She says.

"Uh.... No, I don't?"

"Daddy! He who must not be named!"

"Why? Does he have a silly name?"

Carol rolls her eyes.

I playfully spank her butt.

"No rolling your eyes, Carol!"

"But you don't understand.... "She whines.

We laze around the rest of the day. After dinner, when I have put Carol to bed, I check my phone. 21

calls and 7 messages. I decide to ignore them all.

I pick up everything that I think belongs to Ana and put it inside a box. I'll leave the box outside his

house tomorrow morning, maybe?

But it's his birthday tomorrow. Suddenly I am so exhausted that I want to sit and weep. Littles have that

luxury, daddies don't. In a rage I throw away the cake in the kitchen bin. Screw Grey!

Maybe, I'll leave the box day after? I have a quick bath and go to bed. One hour later, I am still twisting

and turning unable to sleep. It's 12 already. It's his birthday.

I check my phone. No more new calls or texts. Is he asleep? Did they have dinner? I hope Ana has not

gone to bed hungry.

I quietly get up and bring Carol back to my room. I cannot be alone. It sucks. Why did Grey have to act

like a fucking retard? Is that what he thinks I am capable of? Assaulting a little? His little?

I hate Grey. I hate Ana.

I hug Carol, close to my chest and try to fall asleep.