His Girl (A Taylor Caniff FanFic)

Chapter 32

After I dropped the boys off at their hotel I drove home, quietly watching my sister in the mirror. Her face was glowing as she stared down at her screen. She grinned, typing something slowly.

I sighed, staring back at the road. Taylor and I were like that. Before he proposed. Before the hospital. We were happy.

Now I feel numb. Not happy or sad, but numb. It was like we were together, but apart. I don't know what to feel. Sometimes he'll do something incredibly romantic and my heart will swell, but then everything will go back to "normal."

Bailey looked over at me, taking in my zoned out expression. She tapped my shoulder. I whipped my head towards her.

Are you okay? I sighed, running a hand through my hair and turning back to the road.

"Yeah, just thinking." At this, Bailey shut off her phone and dropped it on her lap.

About what?

"Taylor." I spoke monotonously, as if he was just a random guy.

What about him? Her brown eyes clouded with worry.

"I-I...I think we need to see other people." My eyes shone with tears.

Why? You guys are perfect for each other.

"I know. I just, I don't know. I feel numb, like I can't feel anything for him."

Have you told him?

"No." The single word permeated the air, poisoning it and making me choke.

Brooklyn...

"Yeah. I know." We drove in silence after that, my confession weighing both of us down.

Once we reached our house, I let out a breath. "Please don't tell Cam, h-he'll tell Taylor and...I j-just..." Bailey nodded, putting a reassuring hand on my arm. I smiled grimly at her and stared at our little house.

There was an extra car parked in front and it wasn't recognizable. I parked in the garage and stepped through the side door and into the kitchen, Bailey following silently behind. Quiet voices floated through the house and we followed the noises to the living room. I stopped in the living room doorway, Bailey stumbling to a halt behind me.

"Mom?" The blonde woman looked up and me, tears in her stark blue eyes. Next to her, was a tall tan man with dark brown hair and deep brown eyes.

My voice cracked. "D-Dad?"

He grinned at me, flashing perfectly white teeth. "Hey sweetie."

I regained my composure, anger overtaking me. "Don't call me that, Adrian." His grin faltered, but he kept his happy exterior up.

"Brooklyn, he is your father. He can call you whatever he likes." Mom interjected, folding her hands in her lap.

"Not when he left us for fifteen years!" My face turned red in fury, a trait I got from my non-existent-until-now father. Bailey tapped my shoulder. I took a deep breath and stepped aside.

"Dad, meet your other daughter."

His eyes lit up as he looked between us. "Bailey...how are you?"

Bailey furrowed her eyebrows and turned to me. Who is that black guy?

That's our dad.

What? We're black?

I rolled my eyes. Yeah, finding out you're 1/4 African American is the biggest surprise here.