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 Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

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.

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.