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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After the whole argument with Enzo, I left the room. I just couldn't deal with it, I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to be there for me, to lean on, to trust. It pains me. It's fucking hard. But I can't. I cannot let myself rely on him, if he ups and leaves again then where am I left? To pick up the scraps he leaves? It was hard enough the first time I don't plan on setting myself up for a second time around. I've been on my own long enough, it's hard, but I can do it. I don't need anyone.
I sigh aloud as I sit on the floor in front of the fire in the library. Nia is wrapped in a blanket on the fluffy rug, soaking up all the warmth as she sleeps. "Can we talk?" I turn to my dad as he quietly whispers to me, not wanting to interrupt the tranquil peace the room has savoured.
I give him a slow nod and he sits on the other side of Nia, a loving look in his eyes. "A lot has happened since you've come here and I just wanted to make sure you're okay. I know we haven't really spoken but I am here for you, whatever you need." My dad says, his voice low.
I mull over his words, it sounds nice and all... But unfortunately, I've got issues and trust is one of those.
"I was thinking," He starts, cutting my thoughts off as I look up at him. "What do you think of Nia having her own room? There is a closet just beside yours which we can convert."
I frown, her having her own room never really crossed my mind, I mean babies do usually but it was never an option. "I'm not sure," I tell him.
"You need time for yourself as well," He sighs. "I get that she is your baby and your world revolves around her, but at the end of the day you will still always be my sweet little baby that I never got time long enough to spend with and I don't want to see you struggling on your own." I watch him closely as he moves his finger towards Nia's little hand, she grips his finger in her sleep.
"She's never left my side for so long, I don't think I can. She's still a tiny baby." Even the idea of her being so far from me every night.
My dad sighs a faraway look on his face, "I remember when you were this small, you would throw a fit whenever you woke and didn't see my face."
"Really?" I ask him, face scrunched up.
"Yeah," He lets out a laugh, "Only me or Vin could sort you out."
He sighs, a tinge of wanting in his eye. "I wish I could have seen you grow up, I'm not the best but god I would have tried."
I cringe a little, please don't cry.
I can't deal with crying if it's not me or Nia.
"I won't cry," He lets out a hearty laugh and I sigh with relief.
"Hey what are you laughing about here?" Sergio bounces into our relaxed atmosphere.
I raise my finger to my lips, "Shh little Gio," I tell him and his eyes widen.
