The light in my darkness ✅

🌕 CHAPTER 42🌑

Caroline's point of view

He got up and came towards me and I must admit he looks dead. İf a blind man looked closely; he'll definitely see the bags under his eyes.

Being back in his room take me back to the time before he gave me my own guest room. I remembered.

I think I'll take my leave now, I need to rest anyway."

"There is a bed behind you, are do you need a new one?"

"This is-"

"My room and you are staying with me."

I shook my head at the distant memory, that feels like years ago.

"I was -hum, are you okay?" I stretched my hand to touch his cheek but he winced before I even touched him. He held my wrist and bring it down.
My heart sped up so fast I had to swallow hard from gasping.

"Baba? I brushed my tooth like you told me to," A tiny voice said. The bathroom door opened and I watch it close and my eyes met hers. Her hair caught into two ponytails just like I've seen in the picture. She is slim, almost tiny. she wears a red T-shirt that's a little to big for her with a black jeans. She rocks them so well with a bright meichevious smile on her tiny face. She looks so much like her dad.

My eyes slowly move focus from her and saw him, quickly destroying the cigarette. He throws it In a ashtray on his dresser next to his perfume bottles.

"Who is she?" She asked, running up and holding on to his leg. "She looks pretty."

"Don't talk as if the person is not infront of you, it is bad manners, not many people like it. Okay?"

"Okay, but you haven't tell me who she is yet," her voice came out less cheery and she pulls her hands from his leg and I could tell she was offended.

Oh oh

"Hi, hum, am his friend, Caroline," I said as I stoop to her level, having her standing over me now, I had to look up.

"Oh, you are pretty, Daddy told me-"

"Princess, introduce yourself," his voice came out firm and I had to pinch my leg in order not to roll my eyes. Instead I looked up at him with a squint.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and brefifly close his eyes.

"My name is Daisy Madison Morris and am six years old," her voice came out so low, nearly a whisper and my heart grows into mush as I hugged her to me.

"Okay, you should get to your room now," again, he sound firm. Almost rough.

She was out of my arm in a second, her ponytails flying as she Sprint through the door.

"Don't run Daisy!"

"I don't know how many personalities you have but I'd meet the dominant asshole instead of you moving like you have a stick stuck up your ass."

"Don't tell me how to treat my daughter." He pins me with a glare. He grabs me by arm as if to put me through the door.

"You are hurting her," I said, shoving him slightly.
His hands fall loose and he walks away and sat on the bed. Turning his Back to me.

Enough of him. I need to check on Daisy.

I walked outside, leaving his door open and turned and went into the room Matilda was staying.

It looks like a new room. A whole make over. Everything seems like home for Daisy or for any other six years old.

Her tiny figure sat far in the corner sorround with toys; except she is not playing with any of them. She is crying.