Chapter 13

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(Johanna's POV)

When we got back, we found Dad in Pipa's room. He was putting her asleep, and he shushed us as we walked out.

I was about to ask how it went, but once Mrs. Lovett and I saw Pipa's spit up on his shirt we began to giggle.

Dad just glared and walked back up to his shop to change.

Later I changed into my dress, and spent the rest of the afternoon in the living room reading.

I was so caught up in my book, that I didnt notice that Dad had come Into the room.

"You look lovely in pink lamb, pink was actually your mother's favorite color' he said before taking a seat in front of me.

"It's one of my favorite colors too." Um...Dad."

"Yes?"

"I know we've talked about this before, but I really think it would be best if I change my appearance somehow. Maybe a haircut or.."

"No, absolutely not!" He snapped.

"But Dad, if the judge dose come around here. He will immediately recognize me and he'll do whatever he can to take me away. You changed your appearance and your name, why can't I?'

"Do as I say, not as I do! Your mother would be so disappointed if you did anything to your beautiful yellow hair.'

"I don't care! She's gone and shes not coming back! You cant keep using your precious Lucy as an excuse to control what I do!" I snapped.

Once I said that,I could see the anger in my dad's crule black eyes.

I gasped as he stood up and raised his hand to hit me.

But I dodged him and quickly ran out of the room.

"Love? What's wrong? Where are you going?' Mrs. Lovett asked me.

But I didn't answer her, I just made my way out of the pie shop. Not caring about what would happen next or where I would go next.


(Mrs. Lovetts POV)

"Mr. T what happened?" I asked as he sat down in my shop with his face in his hands.

"...I'm such a bastard' he said through shakey breaths.

"What? Woah slow down dear, just clam down. What happened?'

He slowly looked up at me, and I stared in awe at him.

His cold black eyes were glossy and he looked like a sad little child who had just lost their favorite toy.

I gasped as he leaned forward and hugged my waist, burying his face in my stomach.

"I...I almost hit her. I'm a horrible father.'

I sighed and layed my chin ontop of his head.

"She'll be back love, just give her some space. But please just tell me what brought this on."

He nodded and I listened patiently as he explained how the argument was triggered because of Lucy.

"Love..you dont have to forget about her. But if you keep pretending like shes still here you and your daughter will never be able to move on."

He slowly nodded and continued to hold onto me.

I know this might be wrong to say, but I couldn't help but love the feeling of him holding me. And how I wished he would always hold me and love me as much as I loved him..

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