Chapter 28
Title: Daddy's Little Girl
Right on cue the front door squeaked open. The rain outside was coming down hard. I leaned and looked through the window. Crap, I must be a child raised in the rain to not notice the torrential downpour happening outside. Well that or I was distracted a moment ago.
Forcing myself to push the blush I felt down. No need to blush. We are playing UNO for gosh darn sakes.
Risking the moment I reached over to squeeze Jacobs hand one more time. Locking eyes I could see how relaxed he was with this situation. If more time was allowed I would have asked him to explain.
The bedroom door flew open. My father stood on the other side. His face was a mask of righteous fury. I have never seen my father like this before. I would not have been surprised if he walked over to the bed and carried me out into the rain. Why does he look so upset?
"Does anyone have a colour changing card? We have been stuck on blue for the last few rounds and I only have yellow." Uncle Emmett spoke calmly.
Dad glared at his brother. Almost like he wanted to have more evidence for what he barged in to say. Us playing UNO is not very incriminating.
"Emmett" Dad's voice matched his facial expression.
"Yes my brother?" Uncle Emmett spoke calmly.
"I need you to leave." Dad told him.
"What? We haven't even finished this hand. Why don't you wait and then we will deal you into the game, for the next round. We can discuss things the way adults do. Around a card table." Uncle Emmett did not look at dad as he spoke. Instead focusing hard on his cards.
"You are playing UNO. Not Poker, Blackjack or Go Fish. I think I will pass on the gambling and continue with the discussion with my daughter if you do not mind." Dad did not seem any less upset when he had finished talking.
Fuck. This is bad. Dad would normally calm down and join me and whichever family member was providing the buffer. I am not saying that dad and I got into a lot of disagreements as I grew up. Just when we did I was never alone with him. Dad had a tendency to be a bit dramatic. Often overstating issues and giving punishments to match the overinflated crime.
"Is mom joining us?" I asked
"No. We are going to talk alone" Dad spoke through his teeth. My heart beat faster. I had never been alone with dad when he is in one of his moods.
This was the first time he looked at Jacob. The look of hate in his eyes had me startled. I have never seen dad look like that. Well except for when our lives are in danger.
Did dad think that my life is in danger? That Jacob is putting my life in danger?
Uncle Emmett was the first to fold. Under dad's glare I was surprised he lasted this long. As much as I looked at Emmett as a brother he respected my dad too much to defy him. At least in the ways that would cause dad to look foolish. Especially when he is in a mood like he is today. A smiling dad can get a pie to the face no problem. Dad like this, you look at him funny and the world explodes around you.
"At least let them say goodbye" Uncle Emmett whispered on his way out.
"Fine" Dad huffed.
He followed Uncle Emmett out of the room.
I did not have the strength to move from my frozen position. How long have I been frozen? Will I ever move again?
"You okay?" Jake whispered.
"No. He has never looked at me like that." I admitted to him.
Jake pulled me onto his lap. The movement caused the blanket to move. Sending UNO cards scattering across the space.
"Honey it is going to be okay. The last thing that I want is for you to be scared. He is your dad. Hear him out." As Jake spoke he kissed my hair.
"You are right." I told him. Whispering I added "can you please make sure mom knows this is happening?"
"Of course." Jake responded.
I kissed him hard on the mouth one more time. His hands flew into my hair deepening the kiss. I fought hard to keep a moan in.
"See you later then." I told him when the kiss broke.
He smoothed my hair down. "Yes. I will see you soon." Jake promised.
Standing I walked with him to the door. Flattening my hair more before we exited my bedroom.
Dad was standing in the middle of my living room.