His Little Girl ~A Luke Hemmings gay fanfiction~

Chapter 4- Mommy gone bad

               QUICK AUTHORS NOTE: Did anyone hear what happened to Michal CLIFFORD. :( Poor thing is still going strong. TO THE STORY..!

   "You did what?", I ask through the phone. I groan and hang the phone up and put it down in the cup hoalder. I look over to see Mr. rich looking at me with a confused expression. It almost seems like he's scared as well. "My daughter's mom left my little girl at the park. THE FREAKING PARK WHERE PEDOS COME TO PREY ON CHILDREN!".

   I put a hand on my forehead and sigh. "Well, we better get going if we're gonna get her before the pedophiles", he says. I look over at him and he's giving me a small smile. I sigh and nod my head, then pull out of the parking lot.

   Once we get there, I see my little girl's stroller by the swings. I gasp and get out and run over to her. I look in and she's laying there, eyes closed. I reach down and shake her shoulders, maybe too aggresively. Her eyes open and she looks at me with fear. I sigh in relief and pick her up. I hold her close to me and let the panicked tears fall.

    I take her stroller and begin walking back to the car with them. I put her in her car seat and then the stroller in the back, then get in the front seat. I draw in a breath and close my eyes. I look over lazily at the boy in the other seat. "You did it", he says smiling.

   I nod my head then sit up straight and begin driving again. "I could have her sued, ya know?", he asks. I look over at him as I drive. "I mean, if you wanted me to, I could get her arrested, maybe even up to life in prison with a bit of truth bending".

   "Wow, you're just totally fine with ruining a person's life without even knowing the story?", I ask. I'm not shocked. But I didn't really expect this at the moment, especially if it was for me.

   "I'm just saying, if it was my daughter. Shit would fly and lives would be ruined", he replies. He points to a coffee shop and I pull into the parking lot. I turn the car off and look over at him.

   "That's the thing, she isn't your daughter, she's mine. And I am fully capable of handling things on my own. Have a nice life Mr. Rich", I reply. He rolls his eyes and opens the door. He starts to get out but he stops.

   "By the way, my name isn't Mr. Rich, Nor is it Rich Bitch, It's Blake", he says. And with that, he get's out and slams the door. I spin out of the parking lot and make my way back to my small apartment.

   Two hours later, I'm on the phone with the third Police officer I've talked to. "Sir..you don't- SIR! UUUGGGHHH!", I say into the phone. No one is even listening to my problem. Let alone helping me.

    I sit down on the couch. I look down at Dallas in her jumper seat thing and she smiles up at me. "We're gonna get this taken care of, love. Don't worry", I say. There's a knock on the door and I get up and answer it.

   Blake stands there with a police officer. "What's going on?", I ask. The officer asks if he can come in and I allow both of them to enter.

   "Mr. Hemmings, we have news on your daughter's mom. She was found in the back of van with a bunch of guys, smoking pot. We took her in and she told us her daughter was gone. We did some research but we didn't have to do much. This young man came to us, reporting what had happened with the little girl. She's now in prison and she'll be there until morning, then we're going to take her to court", he explains. I nod to him to continue.

    "So, Mr. Hemmings', what we need for you is to ask if you wanted to attend her trial", he asks. I look to Blake and he shrugs. "Do you want to press charges?". I shake my head. "Alright, well, we're gonna take her to court, charge her for child abandonment, illegal use of drugs, and possible prostitution". I nod my head. "Thanks for your help. Have a nice night". And then he leaves.

   I expect Blake to leave with him but he doesn't. When the officer walks out of the door, Blake closes the door and turns to me. "You just missed your chance to get out of this shitty apartment Luke!", he shouts.

   "I don't want to get out of this apartment if it means ruining someone's life!", I argue back. He scoffs and shakes my head. "There's a difference between me and you! Having money made your heart cold! Having almost none made mine bigger. It's a shame that happened".

   "You don't know me", he says quietly.

   "Get out", I order. He scoffs once more and leaves, once again slamming the door behind him. I lock the door then sit down on the couch with a sigh. Maybe I should have pressed charger