𝑂ℎ, 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦

𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫?

Aᴅᴀʟᴇɴs Pᴏᴠ:

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

I sit on my knees as I scrub the kitchen floor aggressively I was only in sweatpants and a sports bra and my Hair was tied back in a mess bun.

Hearing the door bust open I turn my attention towards the living room looking for Madison to come in

("Madison") I call out but no response. I shrug and continue to clean.

After a while of cleaning I decided that it was clean enough and went to take a shower.

As I walked down the hallway I could hear sniffling coming from Madison's room i was tempted to knock on her bedroom door but i decided against it and let her be.

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After taking a long shower I make my way down stairs to make dinner

I look through my grandmothers cook book to find a recipe

After finding a recipe I take out a pack of chicken and all the seasonings I needed before I begin cooking.

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("Madison") I yell out as I put both of are plates on the clothed table

A couple Minutes later I hear Madison coming down the stairs

("Hey how was school") I greet her but she doesn't reply

She sits in front of me at the table and starts eating not even glancing at me

("Madison..how was school") I ask again but no reply

I start getting a little upset that she ignoring me so I raise my tone a little higher

("Madison I know your upset about your father but that doesn't give you a reason to ignore me") she stops eating and looks up with a unreadable expression on her face

("I see why my father left you") she says looking me in the eye

("What") I turn my head to the side not taking in her words

("You sleep with my best friend and smile in my face acting like you did nothing wrong") her tone was neutral as she spoke

My heart beat quickens as she spoke. How does she know? Did Laurence tell her? Oh fuck.

("Am I even your daughter to you") her head turned to the side as tears welled in her eyes but she blinked them away quickly

("Of course your my daughter why would you think Your not-") I go and reach for her hand but she pulls it away with a shake of her head

("Not telling me who my dad was for my whole life that was a little kick in the heart I mean I can't really be upset about that since I never knew the man but sleeping with my best friend...huh that's so fucking low") she scoffed we tear rolled down her cheek as she smiled

("I was High and in the moment I wasn't thinki-")

("A mother wouldn't sleep with there daughters best friend and lie in there face for two weeks a 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭 mother would own up to there mistake and tell there daughter") she empathized the world real. I bite my lip to stop myself from crying.

("I'm sorry-") she gets up with her food in her hands

("No you don't get to say your sorry if you were sorry you would've told me immediately after it happened. I would of forgave you but right now I can't even Fucking look at you") she didn't raise her voice or cry her face was just emotionless

I didn't say anything I just look down as I feel my heart cracking and I couldn't  imagine how she feels right now.

("How did you find out") I ask not looking her in the eyes

("It doesn't matter. what matters is that I found out...how can I trust you again huh...how can I believe you haven't done this shit before or that you won't do it again...have you spelt with my other friends or is it just Laurence hm?") she questioned her tone was laced with hurt  

("j-just Laurence") she hums

("Every girl you come across you fuck") she scoffed shaking her head

("Madison you know that's not true") she laughs throwing her head Before slamming her plate down on the table causing me to flinch

("You don't think i hear you everyday for the past week bring different girls into are home") I look down knowing she was right I have been I thought maybe if I slept with someone it would take my
Mind off Laurence but all I could think about was her

It was just Laurence, Laurence, Laurence all the time.

("I'm sorry") I look into her eyes as I say so showing her i actually was sorry because I was I really was.

("Yeah whatever adalen") she rolled her eyes

("Adalen? you don't call me adalen I'm your mother") I sternly say

("Yeah well your actions really weren't motherly to me") that was the last thing she said before turning around and leaving

Nyla looks at me from across the room. she growled at me before leaving with Madison.

I put my hands over my face and let out a cry.