Saving Aliyah (editing)

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-Alastair Diaz-

I know when something is wrong, and something was wrong that night, once i opened her door she was crying, on the floor.

And I really fucking hope what I think happened, didn't.

I light another blunt, the smell of weed filling the room, he's taking fucking forever to get in his room.

I sit in the chair and notice, nothing. His room is rather boring, I really don't care if this is invading privacy.

And I don't care if I scare him. I have work to do and he's pissing me off with how long he's taking.

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The door finally opens.

"Hello, Matthew." I say, his eyes meet mine, panic "Mr. Diaz- what can I do for you?" He asks

"You visited Aliyah recently, yes?" I say, he nods slowly "are you asking me to take her back?" I stare at him

"No, I'm here to discuss what you two talked about." I get out of my seat, Matthew clears his throat "the conversation between my daughter and I doesn't concern you, Alastai-" I cut him off

"It's Mr. Diaz, you and I aren't friends." I say "she's my wife, you get half the money I make, what you say to her, matters to me, it may not matter to you, but to me, it does, so use your fucking words and speak." I say.

"I barely did anything" he says, I raise an eyebrow "anything?" I repeat, Matthew nods his head "all I did was tell her the truth, and I didn't really hit her."

I stare at him. Because I knew it. I nod my head "you're no longer welcome near my house, or in my house." I say going to leave "she's my daughter, you can't do that." He grits

"I just did."

"Oh, and one more thing, my wife will be getting fifty percent of my earnings, not you." I say walking out, I knew all he wanted was money with this marriage.

Hence why he's no longer getting what I earn, and Aliyah will now. "What are you doing here?" One of Aliyah's brother asks.

"It doesn't concern you." I grit before leaving

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Once I make it home, it's quiet, way too quiet. "Aliyah?" I call out for "Claire?" No answer.

My eyes focus on the basement when Claire doesn't answer. I walk towards it about to open it when I hear someone yell "get that away  from me."

I rush upstairs to where I heard it. Aliyah's room. I slam the door open just to see her and Claire.

"What. The fuck." I say, Claire looks at me "I'm trying to do her makeup." Claire states "I don't want to look like a fucking clown" Aliyah holds a pillow up as a shield of protection.

"My makeup skills are perfect" Claire said with a glare, I rub my eyes "Claire, lasciala in pace." I say, Claire sighed (Claire, leave her alone.)

"Next time, Aliyah." Claire said before walking out, I close the door "your sister scares me" Aliyah says quietly, like it's our secret.

I nod my head, it's partially my fault, I raised Claire, so I guess her "scaring" Aliyah is my fault.

"You okay?" Aliyah asked and I nod my head "are you?" I asked, she nods her head "I'm going to order food soon, yes?" I say.

The look on her face changes, "what's wrong?" I ask, she shrugged "I- I don't want to eat, it's okay" she says "why not?" I asked

Aliyah shrugged her shoulders "I've gained weight.." she mumbled "said who?" I asked, she looks at me "who said that."