My blood was boiling and I couldn’t seem to figure out how to get it to stop. “Please just go dad. I can’t handle anymore tonight.” I begged him to leave but he just walked in the room and wrapped his arms around me.
“Would you stop? Why be a dad now? You never were before but now that I found out your dirty little secret you want to, what? You want to be here for me? Comfort me? It doesn’t fucking work like that and I don’t want your pity!” I screamed and pounded my aching fists on his chest.
“Go ahead and take it out on me Malia. I am here and I am so sorry for everything I have put you through. I am not going anywhere right now or ever again. I love you baby girl,” he cried into my hair and that was the last straw.
Sobbing I fell to the floor and my dad fell with me. I curled up on his lap and cried into his shirt like a little girl that I never got to be. With the sounds coming out of me you would think an animal was dying. So much anger and hate all rushing out of my body like rain through flood gates in a hurricane. God it hurt so bad. Everything hurts so much and I didn't know if I was going to be able to come back from this as strong of a person as I was before. My dad was stroking my hair and rocking me back and forth while I was trying to catch my breath from crying.
“You didn’t even know I am your sister you dumb bitch! You never were worth anyone’s time anyways. I don’t know what these three see in you anyways.”
“Your mother never loved you. Why do you think she never told you about her?”
“Everyone knew but you. I bet that makes you feel worthless huh?”
“Malia did you really think we love you? You really are a fool aren’t you?”
I woke up hyperventilating from my dream. God was that really how the guys feel about me? Was I really that stupid?
“Shhh baby girl I got you,” my dad whispered and it was only now that I realized we were still on the floor and I fell asleep in his lap.
“Dad? You are still here?” I croaked not sure if I was still dreaming.
“Of course I am. I told you I would change and I am working my hardest. I know things won’t be okay overnight but I will never let you down again.”
“I need to get up and shower. I feel disgusted. I think I am going to ask the guys to come with me to the hospital and see if Jessa is awake.” I told him
“Just please don’t get your hopes up sweet girl. I don’t want you to be anymore hurt than you already are.” Dad told me.
After my shower and I was feeling refreshed I noticed the glass was gone from the floor. I guess dad cleaned it. My phone was sitting on the bed and it was lighting up like fireworks. Huh, guess it wasn’t as fragile as I thought since it wasn’t broken. There were three text message notifications.
Ryder: Pretty girl call me please I am worried about you.
Asher: Gorgeous I love you please call us.
Grayson: Baby please call us soon. I love you.
My nightmare was still playing in the back of my head making me hope that they weren’t true. It felt so real I really thought that they were saying those things to me. Taking a deep breath I replied back to Grayson so it would cool his temper. I was sure he was feeling since they all texted me about four hours ago and I have yet to answer.
Malia: I am fine. I will meet you guys at Ryder’s in thirty minutes.
Since I could really use the fresh air, I walked there and exactly thirty minutes later I was knocking on Ryder’s door. I didn't really know why I did that because I had a key and I could just walk in if I wanted to but I will admit I was still frazzled from everything and I didn't want to see their looks of pity for me in their eyes. A minute later the door flies open and Ryder was pulling me into his arms, “Thank fuck you are okay we were all so worried about you when you weren’t answering our texts,” he confessed.
He put his hands on my throat under my ears and looked into my eyes but I didn't see the pity there that I thought I would. Instead there was nothing but love there. He looked at me a second longer and pulled me in for a kiss that could knock the socks off me. It was so intense that I have to hold onto his wrists for dear life.
Hearing a throat clear I pulled back and saw Grayson standing there like the giant he was with his arms crossed over his impossibly broad chest. His eyes wander down my body and stop on my hands. I heard a deep rumble from deep in his throat and he turned so red I thought he was going to explode.
“What the fuck happened to your hands?” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
“Oh I kind of attacked my wall no big deal. Self-inflicted wounds I promise.” I sassed at him feeling a little better
