Good Things Don't Last

Chapter 8

Chantel's POV

When Sebastian left the house, I was surprised by how brave he was to come in to my home, meet my parents, then attempting to Interrogate my father. Most boys wouldn't even have the balls to step foot onto my doorstep. My previous boyfriend was a punk, sad to say. He acted one way around me, but was really another certain way when he was around his friends or his parents. My parents loved him though, even though he didn't have the balls to say anything to them when they first met. I had to drag my parents to meet him. Sebastian was different, he wasn't afraid of anything. He was Ruthless, and that was a turn on for me.

I knew my dad didn't like Sebastian immediately when he started to ask him questions. It was a form of disrespect in his eyes.

"I don't want that son of a bitch around you anymore! He's no good for you, Chantel!" Marcel said.

"Marcel, stop it. You can't stop them from seeing each other." Teresa said.

"Says who? I'm her father! What the fuck does he want from her? One thing, and I'm not letting that happen, not on my watch." Marcel said.

"You don't even know him! You only been here for 2 days, and you already acting like you're somebody's papi? Stop the madness, you don't give a fuck no way. You're just with mom to get by, I don't even know why you bother showing your face from 13 years later. I'm going to bed, I can't deal with this anymore." I said.

"You bring your ass back here! I'm not done with you! I better not see you with that boy anymore, or his ass is grass. Mark my words, Chantel." Marcel said.

"You're not going to kill him." Teresa said.

"Not unless if he messes with my daughter. I won't allow it." Marcel said, siting back in his recliner.

"No, I'm telling you. You're not gonna kill him, at all. Leave that boy alone, you barely know him. Did it ever occur to you that, that mark on Chantel's face made him wonder? He cares about our daughter, and you treating both of them, and ME like this isn't acceptable. I didn't call you back so you could go back to your old ways, Marcel. I thought you would've changed. " Teresa said.

"So, you're calling me a goddamn child abuser? And, I'm trying, baby, I really am. Last night just got the worst of me. I'm so sorry, baby, and I promise it won't happen again. Once I lost my job, everything went downhill. I knew I needed to be with my family again. But, I'm trying sweetheart. Just stay with me, and help me get through this." Marcel said.

"I love you, Marcel, and I just want to see you do better. You were my first love, and always will be, papi. You just promise me, No more outbursts and putting your hands on us again. CHANTEL! Come in here!" Teresa said.

"I promise." Marcel said.

"Yes?" Chantel said.

"Marcel has something he wants to tell you." Teresa said.

"Baby, look at me. I'm sorry, morena. I didn't mean to put my hands on you, and I promise it won't happen again. You're my daughter, I love you. I'm sorry." Marcel said.

I gave him a long stare, trying to hold back tears as I look at Marcel. Something told me that he meant what he said, but I didn't want to let him off that easy. I still hated him with all my guts. I just wasn't used to having a father figure around long enough to know how it is with Fathers and Daughters. I didn't know how to react to anything, so I just sat there and nodded my head.

"You girls mean the world to me. More than you will ever know. Even the little ones. Haha. Speaking of the little ones, don't you have to pick them up from your mom's, Baby?" Marcel asked Teresa.