MR. CHRIST

♱ 03 • my goodbye

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Storm
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"Are you ready for summer," I ask Star with a excited tone, adjusting her pigtails.

She nods her head before saying, "I'll miss my friends," ducking in front of her I lighten my smile. She leans over kissing my cheek- right under my developing bruise. It's not too noticeable, but I made sure to wake up extra early to cover it with the little makeup I have here, "that feel better mommy," she asks and my heart drops.

Changing the subject I say, "I'm sure your friends will miss you too princess, but we're going to have so much fun this summer," I hold out my pinky, "I pinky promise," she wraps her tiny pinky around mine and I kiss her nose.

Standing straight I hear a deafening voice making my heart drop even further, "knock. knock," turning my head I see it's Dominic, "Hey my babygirls," clinching my jaw I look down at Star to give me a reason to smile.

"Hi Daddy," she waves getting off of the bed and running into his arms. Turning around fully he's glaring at me taking advantage of our daughter's back being turned while in his arms. If he could slap me with his eyes he would, "ready for school," he asks her in his fathering voice.

"Not yet," she responds as he puts her down and adjusts his leather jacket and face... I press my lips together and chew on my bottom lip as nerves shoot through my body, "Okay well go finish getting ready with grandma while I talk to Mama," his eyes never left me. Staring demand into me.

"Come here Star," she walks over to me and I squat down, "what did daddy tell you to do," his voice lies in softness but that can change in seconds.

I glance over at Dominic's vexed figure. He places his shaking hands in his pockets and I kiss Star's forehead before saying, "Tell grandma to put your shoes on and you'll be ready to go," She nods her head in agreement and I stand up motioning for her to go before sliding my hands in my back pocket.

"I'm taking you to school after I'm done talking to momma baby girl," Dominic tells Star right before she leaves the room.

I gulp when he steps closer to me, "why did you leave last night baby," he pushes my hair behind my ears, and before I can answer he says, "Your mom told me you plan on leaving me, is that true," his voice is still soft.

Yes.

My body stands stiffened.

Locking eyes with him I give him a look of fake puzzlement, "No honey, I don't know where she got that from," I place my hands on his chest changing my expression to one full of faux love. He peaks my lips before dragging his hand down my side, "Probably because she wants me," he finds amazement in that true statement.

That was easy, I release a breath.

Dominic doesn't cheat on me so I have no idea what makes my mom think she's the special one. It's disgusting wanting someone who's intimate with your daughter... not to mention she's almost twice his age.

"I'm sorry," he uses his other hand to brush against the bruise on my cheek and leans closer to my face, "you just make me so angry. I'll get help again and I'll fix us, baby, just don't leave me," he remarks with dejection.

I've heard those words an infinite amount of times. The first time I believed them, the second I questioned them, and the third I memorized them.