Nova Grey's life is full of ups and downs. The up's always included her best friend Rowan and sometimes his older brother, they often spent their time doing illegal racing. But the downs... They were the worst and consisted of her abusive mother and...
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As I go down the stairs Mario barges into the house, cat free. He started storming toward me and I quickly moved to stand in the entryway of the kitchen. Everyone staring at me and Nia's hands fly to her ears as she starts crying from the slam of the front door. She hates loud noises.
I send the deadliest glare toward Mario but it doesn't deter him. I run to the other side of the kitchen, usually, I'd face the idiot that thought they could square up to me. But that prick had scared my little girl and there was zero chance I was putting her down to fight. He had this fire blazing in his eyes and I couldn't figure out for the life of me what I'd done to him.
I started bouncing her on my hip lightly and she hiccuped crying, "woo youd." In her baby voice.
I rub behind her ears noticing my dad stood in front of us pushing Mario away as some tall guy grabs him pulling him out of the kitchen.
"I'm sorry about him, I can't believe he just tried going like that with you, especially with her in your arms. Anything I can do to help?" My dad asked looking... I actually couldn't tell. He has the whole 'I have no emotions' thing going for him.
"Keep your kids in check for a start, if he carries on thinking he can come at me like this we are going to have a problem." I snap back, my mama instincts flaring to life. No one hurts my baby.
"You act as if you're perfect. I don't fucking blame him!" Dante the prick calls out, rolling his eyes and leaving the kitchen.
"Dante don't you dare speak to your sister like that, especially not with little ears listening." My father whispers yelling at him, as he held him by the collar, fury rising in his eyes. Dante's face paled, fear in his eyes.
"G-g wad!" Nia yells out of the blue.
Did she just? Did she just say grandpa is mad? Did she even? How on earth? The shock was all I could feel.
She wiggled and I put her down, she was so small for her age but the doctor said it was because of issues with the pregnancy and that I was doing all I could.
She started crawling as fast as she could and she ended up next to my dad and Dante. She sat next to them tugging my dad's trouser leg. She started making grabby hands wanting to be up. I couldn't believe it.
My dad picked her up in his arms and says, "hello my littlest gem." My eyes widened, no one had ever held her before other than me, I trust no one.
Our eyes caught as I sightly charged towards them, his cold eyes melted momentarily. Nia seemed happy, but I still didn't trust him. I hovered close as I started getting her breakfast ready and cut her some bananas up knowing she enjoyed playing 'smush my food in my hand' a lot.
