Seconds Chances *Completed*

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Mike's POV

"What the fuck was that Tony?" I whisper loudly.

"First of all: don't you ever curse at me, in my fucking house. Second off: she needs to know who gave up on her, before she was even in my stomach for a month." Tony growls, his cold stare freezing me in my place. "Now, you will take your sorry, pathetic ass up those damn stairs, and apologize for your bullshit."

"But-" Tony then cuts me off.

"Either talk to her, or get the fuck out and leave us alone." Tony snaps, anger to his voice, tears begging to fall.

I follow his orders, walking out of the kitchen. I stand in between the front door and the staircase, my mind trying to make the best decision. I sigh, fixing my beanie, trudging up the stairs. All of the doors are opened except for one, the room, with the closed door, playing Twenty Øne Piløts. I put my hot hand on to the cold doorknob, contemplating if I should really do this, or back out like a coward. I swallow my pride, guilt, and dignity, twisting the doorknob and pushing the door. But it doesn't open. I try it again, earning the same result.

"Mom, leave me alone! I don't wanna talk about it right now!" The sound of Kaylah's voice shouts over the blasting Car Radio song.

"Kaylah, it's not your mom! It's your dad, Mike!" I yell, trying to get the door to open, but without use.

"Leave me alone, dick head!" She replies, the music turning up even louder.

I shake my head, jogging back downstairs. I walk into the kitchen, Tony's head on the table, his arms covering the top of his head and his face.

"Tony, do you have the keys to Kaylah's room?" I question, standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

Tony's head instantly flies up at the sound of my voice his hands wiping at his eyes and face. He looks at me with red, puffy eyes, his hair not in its quiff from before, but sloppily matted down on his head. He looks at me emotionless, a blank stare as my reply.

"What?" His voice cracks midway of his short sentence, the blank stare still on his perfect, but red from crying, face.

"Where's the keys to Kaylah's room?" I ask in a more calm tone, then the frantic one I used moments ago. "Kaylah locked the door."

Tony nods, standing up from the table. He walks to a drawer, a ring of keys sitting in it. He passes me a key, his wonderful hand writing on it: My baby's room.

"Thanks." I say, Tony going back to his place at the table.

He puts his head down on the table again, the soft sound of sniffling coming from him. A loud sob comes out of his mouth, my hand putting the keys in my back pocket, with my phone. My legs carry me to Tony, my arms wrapping themselves around him. Of course, at first he pushes me away.

"Don't touch me. Because then you'll say Britney hugged me first, right?" He looks at me with saddened eyes, putting his head back down on the table.

I wrap my arms around him again, this time him not pushing me away, but pulling me closer to him. He stands up from his chair, hugging me back, his head in between my head and shoulder. I rub my hands soothingly up and down his back, just the way I remember he liked. I pull away from him after a few minutes, him letting go as well. I take my thumbs, pressing them to the bags underneath his eyes, gliding them down his cheeks, to dry away his tears.

"I'm gonna go talk to Kaylah now, alright?" I whisper, him nodding in agreement.

He sits down at the table, leaning into the chair, while I walk back upstairs. The music has changed, a song that I could never forget: Hold On Till May. The music was lower, a different voice singing. A more female voice, I should say.

"If I were you, I'd put that away.
See you're just wasted, and thinking about the past again." The female voice cracks midway, sounding like they were break into tears any minute. "Darling, you'll be okay." That's when the loud sobs, identical to Tony's is played.

The music goes on, but the voice gone, music and sobs the only two things I can hear. I take the keys out of my pocket, unlocking the door. I open the door, Kaylah curled up on the floor, her head on her legs, her knees up to her chest. Her body shakes with sobs, her tears flowing on to the carpet and her arms. I close the door behind me, walking over to Kaylah. I pull her into my side, her quickly pushing me away.

"Leave me alone. Y-you don't want me- you n-never did." She stutters, her face bright red just like her eyes, her voice hoarse, tears still trickling down her beautiful face.

"Kaylah, no. That's not true, I'd love to have you in my life." I whisper, pulling her into my side, her leaning into me.

She hesitantly wraps her arms around me, me doing the same. I kiss the top of her head, a sigh going through my lips.

"No matter what, I'll always be your dad." I say in a quiet voice.