THE GIRL I KNEW

34. IT'S NOW OR NEVER.

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ANDRÉ’S POV:

“Mommy doesn’t want to still t-t-talk to me. A...A...Am I a bad girl d-d-daddy.” She stammered on her words as the tears cascaded down her eyes. “Doesn’t mommy love us anymore? What if mommy doesn’t love me again?”

I had enough of it. One thing that made me lose control was whenever I saw Tequila approach me with tears. It never sat well with me and it always irked my skin.

If Brie wants to be distant then let her be distant to anyone she likes, but when it comes to my daughter and her happiness, that’s she crossing the line.

After calming down my daughter....and my rage. I headed straight for her room. Yes, we aren’t sharing the same bedroom again. When Brie came back, she wanted her own room and even moved all her things out. I couldn’t win because she was ready to sleep on the staircase if her demand wasn’t done as requested.

But I just couldn’t understand why!

Knocking before an entrance was the last thing on my mind as I stormed in. She was sitting on her bed very quiet as she stared at me as if I grew horns on my head.

Every single thing I would say to her, she would keep quiet and not even bother to reply at all. I really tried my fucking best to stay as calm and composed as I could be but as I remembered these past few days and her behavior towards her family, friends, Diamond Italy, everyone, most especially Tequila and I who suffered more, I lost it.

I banged the door close and strolled angrily to where she was on the bed.

“You know what, I am so fucking tired of your attitude these days! I can stand it when you do it to me and others, but you’re also doing it to our daughter who at this age needs a lot of care, love and attention! Who am I even kidding?! It hurts me so much whenever you push me away! You’re acting like there isn’t an us anymore! What?! You don’t love me?!” I chuckled mirthlessly. “That’s probably the reason you’ve never actually said I Love You to me.”

She stared at me with a lot of pain in her eyes.

“Please go.” She barely talked.

“Why?! Why should I?” I raked my hair in frustration.

When I saw the dripping tears, I immediately regretted flaring at her.

Fuck, what is wrong with me?

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GABRIELLA’S POV:

“Mommy?” Her little voice approached me while I was sitting on the lonely grass of André’s property. “Mommy did you hear me?” She called again and this time I realized the fear and hesitance in her voice as she talked behind me. “Daddy isn’t at home. It’s just me, you and D-I.”

As a....mother, I couldn’t bare it and I was starting to lose control of my tears again.

“Mommy please talk to me. It’s me, am I not your little firecwaker anymore?” She was six, yet her baby tongue hasn’t completely seized. Her soft hand touched my left shoulder from behind.

“Tequila go play with your toys.” I said with all the strength I could.

“But—”

“I said go play!” I didn’t know when I lost it and threw my rage on her. Her hand flinched back in terror. Oh God what am I doing?!

The atmosphere was beyond quiet. I thought she already left but then I heard tiny footsteps from my back coming to my front.

God knew my heart broke into pieces when I saw the scene. Her face was drenched with tears. I never ever wanted to be the reason she cries.