Chapter 11 Don't You Dare

Mary quietly jumped out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. She took a quick shower, before sliding on a pair of denim capri pants and a short sleeve, teal colored shirt that had a tied bow in the front. She slid on a pair of teal wedges, with a bow on the open toe. Her hair dried into beautiful curls as she got her diaper bag together. She then, silently left the room and walked into the nursery. She smiled as she pulled the giggly baby out of her crib. "Good morning sweetie! Were you sleeping?"

"Eee!" Linda Kate giggled, as she lay on the changing table.

"Let's see what you're going to wear today. How about this?" Mary meticulously slid on a pink short sleeve onesie that read Daddy's Little Girl, in white letters. Mary then slid on a pair of jeans. "Don't we look pretty! We'll put on some matching sock and a little bow."

Linda Kate squealed as Mary lifted her in the air. Mary brought her downstairs and buckled her in her carseat. She quietly stepped out to the warm air and got into the car. She pulled out of the driveway and soon pulled into a familiar large place. She stepped out of the car and pulled Linda Kate out. Her heels clicked against the porch steps and she hesitated to ring the bell. He finger slowly collided with the button and her heart raced with fear. "Mary? What do you want?"

"I'm here to get Brit's stuff." She said strongly and annoyed.

An evil laugh escaped from Dominique's bright red lips. "Well…why are you getting her stuff?"

"Because I'm taking care of her. I don't kicked people out for being abused."

"Well I kicked you out as well. Because of that little brat!" She finger pointed towards the carseat in Mary's hand.

"My daughter is not brat. She is amazing and you will never speak of her like that again!"

"Daddy's little girl? So you found out who the Father was? I'm sure it wasn't Joey." Dominique laughed again.

"I was raped." Mary gritted her teeth, as she shifted her weight on her left leg. "And Joey is the Father."

"So Joey raped you?"

"No! He's the Father! He's not the biological Father, but he's the Father."

"Oh you need an attitude check." Dominique rolled her eyes, lifting an eyebrow.

Mary pushed her way inside and her heels once again clicked against the hard floor. She ignored as Dominique yelled at her, and made her way into Brit's room. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Getting Brit's stuff and leaving!" Mary yelled, pulling a suitcase out of Brit's closet. She placed the carseat on the floor next to her and pulled piles of clothes out, throwing them in the suitcase. She got up, glancing at the carseat every few seconds, and threw the things on Brit's shelves and in the draws in the suitcase. She then pushed Dominique put of her way and walked back into the living room and towards the front door.

"Excuse me! You don't just leave like that! You little brat!"

"Really? I'm the brat? Have you looked in the mirror? You are the rudest, brattiest, most selfish person anyone has ever seen and I'm so happy I was kicked out. I'm tired of you and your attitude! And I hope this is the last time I ever see you disgusting face!" Mary laid her hand on the cold doorknob.

"Don't you dare talk to me that way!" Dominique slapped Mary across the face, her long nails leaving a scratch. Linda Kate broke into tears, her screams filling the house. Dominique slammed Mary against the wall, causing her to fall. Luckily, she held the carseat up. Dominique opened the door, and pushed Mary outside. As Mary started to walk down the front steps, she felt Dominique's hand push her, yet again. She fell down the steps, falling on her face. She managed to keep the carseat up, placing it on the floor next to her. Dominique hopped down the steps and kicked Mary's stomach, with her large heels. A couch slipped from Mary's lips as she gasped for air. Dominique lifted her foot up again, about to kick the carseat. Mary slid her way in front of it, Dominique's heel colliding with Mary's nose.

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