Devine

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I go downstairs. "Has he came down yet?"

"No..."

"I'll check on him."

"Alright." I go back up then knocked on his door. He coughed. "Oh my God."

"River? Are you feeling well?"

"Um. No. I'm gonna stay in bed until I feel better." He coughed more. "Okay. Do you want breakfast?"

"No."

"Okay." I go back down. "What's up with him?"

"He's sick."

"Sick? I can use this opportunity. Watch this I'll be back."

"Okay."

Dallas pov.
I knock on his door. "River it's your dad. I'm here to apologize and I also have medicine for you. But I wanna see you face to face."

"I can't right now dad."

"River.... open the door."

"I can't."

"Devine come here."

"What?"

"Get me a knife or something. A strong one."

"Why? Leave him alone."

"Just go get me one." She took forever to get me one. "I don't think you should be doing this. Your son needs privacy." I get it opened. He's gone and there was definitely some kind of drug here. "Go get me screwdriver." This door is coming off. I'm trying to be nice. Yesterday was a mistake but I'll make it over and over if I have to. She came back with one. "See this is what happens when you don't teach them a lesson Devine. They do fucking drugs and sneak out the house and you believed he was sick. But, he's not allowed back in my house unless I say so. You don't let him in." I get the door off. "You don't touch the door at all actually. Paris doesn't touch it, Faith doesn't, nor does Demi."

"You're being mean."

"Mean? I'm being mean? What happened to you Devine? You used to be the mean one. Now you just act like a child. a twenty six year old child."

"Okay." She went in our room. What is wrong with everyone?
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I just called Kris and he said we could stay for a while. I'm gonna call Layla next. I open the door. "This is the stuff. Come on girls.."

"Who is this?"

"My baby's daddy."

"Why is he at my house?"

"Cause we're leaving with him. I'm too childish for you."

"You're not leaving. What the hell?"

"It's just for a few days hopefully... maybe you'll calm down."
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I'm just staring at the wall. I really don't want our relationship to be ruined but he's acting the way he's acting for no reason. Well for me. He puts his anger on everyone else and I hate to leave his kids with the realization that he might hurt them and he won't stop. I should've never left them. I'll call Paris later.. I don't believe he's abusive he just doesn't know how to control his anger. I used to be like that. But it changed with him. I hope everything goes back to normal.
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A few days later
"Mommy."

"Hm?"

"Someone's on the phone." I grab my phone. It's Paris. "Hello?"

"Can you come back?"

"What's going on?*

"I haven't seen River in a while. He hasn't came home and dad is...he drinks a lot and he's getting kinda mean."