I Love You, Daddy
Chapter 8
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Mitchie stared at the little girl in front of her. She looked at her tear stained face, her shaking limbs and her strangled hair. She was lying on the folding couch that rested in the middle of the living room. Mitchie walked over Jillian and sat beside her. She crossed her legs in front of Jillian and smiled softly. She gently brought her hand to Jillian's black curls; running a gentle hand through it. Before standing up, Mitchie kissed Jillian's forehead, making her squirm.
"Daddy?" Jillian whispered unconsciously. Mitchie looked back to where Jillian was sleeping, her eyes watering. Mitchie bit her shaking lip and turned around; she closed her eyes tightly. Walking into the kitchen is when the tears poured out of her eyes. She went over to the counter, leaning on it. She breathed out deeply; shakily.
Mitchie ran a hand through her tousled dark hair and turned to the refrigerator. She opened the tiny door and bit her lip roughly when she saw only a single orange on the fridge. She took the orange out and briefly stared at it before walking back to the living room. She sat down on the floor-beside Jillian- and started to peel the orange. Jillian squirmed a little bit before opening her eyes. When she saw Mitchie in front of her, her face became angry, and she turned over so she was facing the back of the couch.
Mitchie sighed softly and placed a hand on her back causing Jillian to squirm again to remove it. Mitchie put her hands in her hair, pulling it roughly.
"Jillian. Please talk to mommy." She pleaded softly. Jillian turned over to her and glared. Mitchie winced.
"You are not my mommy." Jillian said darkly, her eyes turning the dark shade of black. The same way Shane's would. Mitchie licked her lips then bit it again. She watched Jillian sit up from the couch. She crossed her arms at Mitchie. Mitchie was about to say something, but Jillian beat her to it.
"My mommy wouldn't take me away from daddy. My mommy would be with my daddy. And most of all, my mommy would never leave me. So I know for a fact that you could never be my mother." Jillian stated sternly. Mitchie closed her eyes tightly, trying to keep her held back tears in. Mitchie opened her eyes and saw that Jillian wasn't on the couch anymore. She turned to see Jillian standing in front of her glaring even harsher.
"Take me back to my daddy." She whispered coldly, her brown eyes flickering with green intensely. Mitchie sighed and stood up. She looked down at Jillian and crossed her arms at well, gaining some more confidence.
"No. I have spent 5 years without you, and I want to make it up to you." Mitchie replied softly but sternly." Jillian scoffed at her.
"Whose fault is that?" she said with attitude. Mitchie couldn't hold herself back. She raised her hand and hit the girl. The impact of Mitchie's hand to the little girls face was extremely loud. She couldn't believe that a five year old had extremely hurtful verbal abuse. After a minute, she realized what she did. Her face was suddenly pale when she saw a deep scratch from her ring on Jillian's face.
"Jill-," Mitchie started.
"I hate you." Jillian whispered menacingly. "take me to Daddy. I want to be with him now." She finished. Mitchie sighed and headed to the phone. But before she could take the phone out of its holder, the door bell rang.
Mitchie walked to the front door, looking back to a crying, but quiet, Jillian. She then opened the door. A gasp escaped her lips when she saw who was at the door.
His face was pale white, and he had deep bags under his eyes. His eyes looked sullen and distressed, and he looked like he hadn't eaten.
"Shane." Mitchie whispered.
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Sorry, if its not that long. For the sake of the cliffhanger.
