Daddy's Little Girl

Chapter 7-The Truth

We were settled in my bed,after grabbing some things from Dominick's house and went to the grocery store to get some food.

We were both eating ice cream from the tub forgetting why he was here in the first place.Until I heard someone clear their throat. I looked at him, his face turned serious now. Signalling me to began.

"First off, the reason I didn't tell you before was because, I really like you and didn't want anything to change between us. You helped get over the past. The life that is still haunting me,but I try to overcome everyday.So ,please just listen to the whole thing before you say anything." I explained he simply nodded and I continued.

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I know you probably don't know this,but I actually grew up in Toronto,CAN. Before I moved to the U.S. I was happy and completely in love with my boyfriend at the time, Jason. His messy blonde hair and brown eyes with the gold specks that would come out of hiding when he smiled. But those cheery eyes turned to furious ones ,dark and dull. Jason and I dated from grade 7 to right when I moved here. It was the best and worst time of my life. The summer before sophomore year,I trusted him with the most sacred thing I could give him: my innocence.

The Following September, We were ecstatic to find out I was 2 months pregnant. Sure we were young ,but were in love...or, so, I thought.

We didn't care what other people would think. On June 21 my baby girl, Chlöe, was born. It was going great. We stayed in school. I was starting junior year and he was starting his senior year. We would get looks from other people, but we just shug it off. We worked after school to provide for her. He worked at a big software company and DJ'd on the weekends. While, I worked at the Tim Hortons that was down the street.

Awhile after Chlöe's first birthday, Jason started coming home really late. Time passed by and I had just put Chlöe to sleep and was siting on our bed studying when Jason came home reeking of alcohol and cigarette smoke. He stumbled his way to me. And forced himself on me. He started to kiss me all over. And pushed me down making all my school work to fall to the ground. He ripped my clothes off and you could probably guess what happened next...

It wasn't like the other times, it was forceful, controlling,and painful.This continued on for awhile. I just let it go though thinking it was just a phase and he's just trying to get rid of the stress that was getting to him, especially with starting University soon. I was wrong though.

One night Chlöe was still awake from waking up from her nap that day and I was cleaning up. As she waddled around in the living room. The front door flew open revealing a bloodshot Jason. Drenched in Alcohol, wweating,and the tobacco scent overpowering and mixing with the liquor. He made his way over to me. He started kissing me, "Strip." He demanded.

When I told him no. He looked at me with his eyes flaming with anger.

" Strip." He demanded again.

I shook my head and put my foot down. "No." I said.

Right then Chlöe squealed. Jason looked over at the green eyed toddler with her wild curls tamed with a light pink bow. Looking back at me and he smirked. He picked her up. She just grabbed onto him.

"Strip." He said one more time.

When I rejected him again,

His grip on the the chubby girl was gone and she fell onto the hardwood floor. Her blonde hair now with a deep red seeping through it. I tried to call the ambulance but I couldn't he wouldn't let me.

" Strip." He said.

I finally started to take my clothes off leaving me in my just my panties and bra. Sobbing. As the lifeless body of my little angel was on the cold, hard ground.

"Do what I want and don't fight back and I'll let you call the ambulance." He grumbled.

I reluctantly nodded as the tears wouldn't stop falling. He laughed his deep laugh. His eyes dark. The gold specks refusing to come out.

He dragged me up the stairs to our bedroom and yeah you could probably guess...after following his commands,he finally fell asleep. I pulled away from his soggy body that I stiffly laid next to. I went down to the body that was still on the floor. I knelt down and took her body into my arms. It was freezing. I took her stubby wrists trying to feel a pulse. Nothing.

I tried hear closely for faint breathing. Nothing.

I placed my ears against her chest to hear the thumping of her tiny heart.Nothing.

I had my angel in my arms. My mouth quivered as reality hit me hard. I couldn't think straight at all. I grabbed the phone quickly calling 911. I explained what happened. Hours later I found out that my baby won't be coming back to me. I sat there crying as if my own heart was gone with her.

The police interrogated me on what happened. I explained everything. After many court cases, The scumbag got what he deserved and was thrown behind bars.

I escaped that place and moved here with my parents ,trying to forget what happened.rrr !

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I almost forgot everything and you helped me with that. which I'm grateful for,but I still am missing that piece of me. My Chlöe. Yesterday, I had a voicemail. Giving me all the information I needed. Jason was back.