Chapter 9

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Still Josie's POV

I was feeling down about what my father did. I have not seen him since he found out about me adopting Pedro with Hope. I walked into the music and sat down at the piano. I played around with the keys, before starting the song I wrote when I was younger. 

 Four years old with my back to the door

All I could hear was the family war

Your selfish hands always expecting more

Am I your child or just a charity ward? 

You have a hollowed out heart, but its heavy in your chest

I try so hard to fight it, but its hopeless

Hopeless, you're hopeless

Oh, father, please, father I'd love to leave you alone, but I can't let you go

Oh, father, please, father put the bottle down 

For the love of a daughter

Oh 

Its been 5 days since we've spoken last

And you can't take back what we never had

Oh, I can only so many times, before even "I love you" starts to sound like a lie

You have a hollowed out heart

But it's heavy in your chest

I try so hard to fight it but it's hopeless

Hopeless, you're hopeless

Josie sings with tears in her eyes.

Oh, father, please, father

I'd love to leave you alone

But I can't let you go

Oh, father, please, father

Put the bottle down

For the love of a daughter

Don't you remember I'm your baby girl?

How could you push me out of your world,

Lied to your flesh and your blood,

Put your hands on the ones that you swore you loved?

Don't you remember I'm your baby girl?

How could you throw me right out of your world?

So young when the pain had begun

Now forever afraid of being loved

Josie sings in tears. 

Oh, father, please, father

I'd love to leave you alone

But I can't let you go

Oh, father, please, father

Put the bottle down

For the love of a daughter

For the love of a daughter

Josie sings the last part with tears down her face. She hears the door open and turns around to see her mum. Caroline hugs Josie as she cries, she had been waiting for Josie to let it all out. 

"Who did you write that for" Mum asked. 

"I wrote for dad, when I was 12 years old and you had just left the school" I say wiping my tears. 

"Well I just came to tell you that we are watching some more videos about Dark Josie and Hope when she had the Hollow in her" Mum said. I nod my head and tell I'm going to take a nap, before we start watching again. I head to my room and change into sweats and a large t-shirt that I stole one night, when I slept over but had no clothes. I climb into bed and drift off too sleep. About an hour later I hear the door open and someone putting somebody down on my bed. I turn around and see that its Pedro and Hope.

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