Chapter thirteen | First kiss

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Jennie

I was sleeping, when I felt soft fingers rubbing my cheek gently. I opened my eyes, as a smile formed on my face.

I know it's him, he is back, he didn't leave me. He left me a note yesterday telling me that he was busy with work and couldn't come to see me but he will make it up to me, that's what he said.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes "I m-missed you" I mumbled, sleepily getting up to seat properly.

"Me too kitten" I warped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He hugged me back, burying his face in my neck.

"How is Teddy?" He asked and I let go of him, frowning he forgot Mr.Bubble's name "It's m-mr.Bubble's, n-not t-teddy like M-Mr.bean's teddy" he chuckled, running his fingers through my hair.

"You are so beautiful" he mumbled, a blush creeped it's way on my cheeks. He said that, I'm beautiful.

No one said that to me before, I thought that I'm ugly, even papa said that I look like a pig.

I bit my lower lip, looking down shyly, he put his fingers underneath my chain, rising my head "I bought something for Bubbles" he said.

Holly bubbles, he did, Mr.Bubbles would be so happy.

"T-thank you, h-he already likes y-you a-a lot" I said, smiling at him "I like him too, but I like Jennie more" I'm lucky that, the lights were off or he would've saw my tomato face.

"Where is he anyway?"  He asked and I turned around to grab him "h-he is r-right he-" my eyes widened as I remembered what happened yesterday.

Papa took him away from me as a punishment, after he hit me with his belt and this time he used the knife on my thighs not my back, because I got home late last night.

Luckily he didn't saw Michael's car or else he would have killed me, wait could papa actually kill me.

Maybe one day, he will get bored of me more than he already is and kill me. I looked back at him, tears forming in my eyes.

"N-no B-Bubbles" I stuttered, my lower lip quivering, poor Mr.Bubbles he is probably so scared right now.

"What do you mean?" Michael asked, wiping my tears with his thumb "p-papa-" I hiccuped "t-took h-him"  he looked at me confused.

"Okay shush, don't cry" he whispered and got up from his kneeling position on the ground.

He set on the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes, he put one arm underneath my legs and the other on my back and held me up, putting me on his lap.

He laid back on the bed, putting the pink hello kitty duvet on top of us, his feet were dangling in the air. My bed was so small for him, if I wasn't sad about my Bubbles I would've been laughing at him.

"Why did he take him from you baby?" he asked, softening his voice.

I clenched into him, warping my arms around his neck. He is so warm and smells really good "b-because I c-came home l-late yesterday" I replied, sobbing into his chest.

"It's okay, kitten he just got worried about you like every father does" he whispered, rubbing my hair softly but if he was worried about me to not get hurt, why would he hit me like that? Why would he hurt me with saying bad words to me?

"b-but I want my Bubbles b-back...h-he can't sleep without c-cuddles"

He sighed "close your eyes" I looked up at him confused, another hiccup slipping out of lips.

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