Unexpected~ (Completed♡)

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Mia's P.O.V.

I sat across from grandpa on the couch, 

"Dad is a great person and parent."

"I'll take that as a compliment.", he smirked.

"You can but it definitely isn't. He's great because he promised himself he would never, ever, be like you and he isn't. No one ever stands up to you and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of watching him panic when you visit and have nightmares for weeks after. I'm so sick of watching the bravest person I know be terrified because of you."

"Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"You overstayed your welcome the second you walked back into his life."

"He still needs to toughen up. Your dad is a pushover and raised you to be the same."

"Daddy has only known me for six months. Regardless, I'm not a pushover and neither is he."

"I disagree."

"You really think your opinion matters to me? Do you seriously think I care at all about anything that comes out of your mouth?" He sighed,

"What's your point Mia?" I stood up,

"Friday, you leave. And you never come back."

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I doodled on my paper as dad lectured in class. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if mom hadn't given me away. If I'd always been with them. Would they have still gotten divorced? Would mom still have died? Would they have adopted Kayla or been as close with Max and Mason? Would-

"Mia." I looked up as dad pulled me from my daze, finding everyone else's hand up. "Who killed Abraham Lincoln?"

"Uh... J-John... something...?" A few people laughed, not dad.

"Pay attention.", he snapped.

"Yes sir." Nice. Now he's mad again.

"Who didn't finish their project?", he asked the class. Son of a bitch. Add it to the list I guess. Three hands went up, mine following as I looked down at my desk. "You know the drill.", dad sighed. Five with the belt or a write up. "Matt?"

"The-The five sir."

"Okay. Desk." He did so as dad followed him to the back of the room,

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Matt got up and went back to his desk.

"Chase?"

"Write up.", he said quickly.

"Okay. Jazz?" I didn't even see her hand up.

"I-I um- I- Uh...-"

"You know what the responsible choice is."

"Y-Yes sir.", she whispered, getting up and going to the desk. She'd been shaking for days, this didn't help.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

She almost fell going back to her desk, immediately putting her head down.

"Mia?"

"We both know I don't get a choice.", I muttered.

"Of course you do. But one is the consequence and one has more consequence. Choose." I sighed, getting up and going to the desk. My bruises still hadn't faded and I doubt they would now.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"All of you come see me after class."

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