Daddy's Girlfriend - Tayvis

Part 8

Addison's pov

I fell asleep on the way to the hospital and must have woken up a few hours later. I had a cast on my leg which went all the way up not just half way. I also had one cast on my arm too. I looked around and saw Taylor sitting in dads lap. She was trying to comfort him and tell him that everything was fine while he was crying. I watched her wipe away his tears and hand him a tissue while giving him a quick kiss. It's nice to see they love each other again.

Taylor looked over and smiled when she saw I was awake. "See, she's okay." She told dad quietly who nodded.

"What did the doctors say?" I asked and they looked upset.

"Honey, you've damaged your knee badly so they had to operate on it. They put in a few plates and metal rods to make it so you can 100% walk again. Your cast on your arm is for a fractured wrist and other than that you got very lucky." Taylor told me. The pain was awful though, in my opinion metal plates and rods in my knee isn't lucky.

"I don't want him here." I told her and her face dropped. "Honey come on, he's your dad and he's worried about you, neither of us have slept all night." She whispered, brushing through my hair and trying to keep me relaxed.

"No he tried to- to kill me! I want him gone!" I screamed, completely breaking down in front of her. Dad looked down and left in tears. I wanted him and Tay together but I didn't want to see him, not yet at least. Taylor sat beside me and pulled me close to her and into the warmest and tightest hug I had ever received. She continued to play with my hair before starting on her soppy speech.

"Look, darling I know you're mad at your dad, that is completely understandable and your feelings are completely valid. However, he really is sorry. He wasn't thinking straight at all and you're right he could have killed you and he almost did. But, it wasn't on purpose at all. There's no proof that you have to be able to say that he sped up because of what you said. He was mad at me and he was feeling more sensitive to what was said so that just pushed him a little too far. He loves you so much Addison and I know sometimes he says things that aren't right and that he doesn't really take you out all the time like I do but his job isn't as flexible as mine is and he is just trying to give you the best life possible. Please just let him in here, you don't have to forgive him but you can move on." She told me.

I listened but I didn't say anything back. I didn't want to. Why would I want him here.

"I'm going to let him back in, please just know that he cares a lot and he's worrying about you. I don't think that he slept all night because he was so worried. If he comes back in then we can all be a happy family all together again. That's what you wanted right?" Taylor asked me and I nodded a little.

Dad came back in and he looked awful, he looked absolutely heartbroken. I smiled at him a little and he gave me a nod, not wanting to overstep and push me too far. I just laid my head back down on Taylor and started to fall asleep.

It took 16 weeks to fully recover from the accident, if we count the anxiety of getting in a car then you could say that I never recovered. I've started trying to cause trouble just to get back at my dad for what he did, that way I can ruin the perfect reputation that has always been following him.

While I was in class I was so bored. I for some reason just didn't feel very great, I could feel my anxiety starting to grow, it must have been from how many questions I got about how long I was off school for. People just never leave me alone. I wouldn't say I get bullied but people like to drop small comments sometimes about who my dad is and who he's with. I hate when they do that, they say that I'm a brat and get time off because I don't need education and I'll probably never work because I'll always have my dads money. That's such a lie.

I want to be a doctor someday.

I was feeling so anxious and I needed a way to get home. Thankfully for once my intrusive thoughts won. Something in me told me to flip the desk and throw my chair across the room, so I did it. I regretted it immediately after when all eyes turned to me. "Always desperate to have people giving her attention just like her dad and step mom." Someone laughed and I just ran out.

I couldn't tell my dad he would kill me.

So instead I called Taylor.

"T-Taylor?" I asked once I heart her pick up.

"Are you okay honey? I'm just in a meeting." She replied.

I could feel my chest getting tighter and tighter while I sat on the bathroom floor shaking. "I- I think. I'm. I think I'm having a p-panic attack. Help." I stuttered. I started to wheeze a little bit, signaling that I really wasn't breathing well at all.

"Okay, just take some deep breaths for me. Do you need me to pick you up?" She asked and I told her everything that happened. She was here in no time to get me and I was so glad. I wouldn't have lasted any longer there alone.

I sighed in relief when I got the text saying she was here and I quickly left, getting in her car and just laying back in the seats. I started trying to take deep breaths and I felt Taylor hold onto my hand. "You're okay, you just got too overwhelmed and stressed, that's fine." She told me.

She's always great at reassuring me. "Thanks mom." I told her. Then I realized what I said.

A/N

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