My Mind Set On You

Unwelcomed visitors and unexpected savor

•A couple of months later•

It's been one heck of a life here in Ohio. Me and Matt haven't spoken about the incident but were still as close as close can be I guess. Jaren is still a jerk to me. He almost made me relapse. Almost. But Matt and Kyser helped me. Matt doesn't know. And I don't really want him to. Im sitting in my laptop with a sleeping Mazie on my lap when the door bell rings. I'm the only one home so I have to get it. Fun. I walk over to the door and slowly creek it open to see a face I haven't seen in over a year. Damon Luxz. Mazie's father. Oh god. He doesn't know I still have Mazie. Or that she thought I was her sister. About a months and a half ago me and my mom told Mazie that I'm her mommy. She was estatic. That was a relief. I stare wide eyed at my daughters father in pure shock. How did he find me? "Hey Noah. I've missed you. Can I come in?" I've missed you? Does he really think that one 'I missed you' fixs everything? Cause it doesn't. "No, Damon, you can't. You walked away from me when I needed you most and you treated me poorly when the problem was cause by the both of us. Not just me. So no. You can't come in" by the end of my outburst he was wide eyed and my vision was blurred with tears. "Please Noah. I know I left you and our child when you needed me and I'm sorry I did so. I've regretted letting you go as soon as I heard you left to come here for treatment. Please just let me in so we can talk. Please." Instead of answering him I pull the door open a little wider so he can see Mazie in my arms. All he does is turn his attention to our daughter. Innocently sleeping in my arms. "Her name is Mazie. She just turned 2 three months ago. She always asks about her daddy Damon. She always comes up to me and ask when will daddy come and see her. An it kills me every time. She looks like you Damon. Like a mirror image of you. It kills me to look at her innocent face because all I can think about is how her heartless father could walk out on such and innocent child. She's my best friend. And she cried once when I she asked about you. She was balling her little eyes out because she just wanted her daddy. The daddy that rejected her. The daddy that didn't want her. She didn't know or care about that. She just wanted her daddy. And I still can't believe someone wouldn't want her. Kyser loves her. My best friend Matt loves her. She called Matt daddy and started crying when I told her not to. Because she wanted HIM to be her daddy. She wanted a daddy like Matt. She just wanted a daddy..." I am now crying so bad I can't see clearly. Damon is wide eyed and has tears in his eyes. The diamond blue eyes he shares with our daughter. "She needs you. I needed you. And you left. You left us. For what? Why did you leave? I don't even care and I don't wanna know. All I care about is her. So if you don't mind please leave. Because I know she'll get attached and when you leave like you did in the beginning she'll cry. She'll ball. She'll think it's her fault. She came up to me and said 'mommy it's all my fault daddy isn't here. It's all my fault'. And no matter how many times I've told her it's not she keeps saying it's her fault. But it's not her. It's her heartless an selfish father. It's not her....it's you. It's all you Damon. Always has and always will. So please do me and our daughter a favor and leave" with that I close the door just in time for Mazie to wake up. She stirred and whined a little before falling back asleep. I went and changed her into pajamas and laided her down in her crib. I went to lock the door when I heard a strange noise. I opened the door to see a letter held down by a teddy bear. On the letter in nice, neat cursive was written "Noah&Baby" the teddy bear had a bright yellow bow tied around its neck. Instead of taking the letter inside an reading it I grabbed the baby monitor out of the living room and put it one the front steps next to me. I tore open the envelope to see two things: a picture of me and Damon on our first date and money. $250.00 to be exact. I gasp and quickly shove every thing into the envelope. Ready to put it back into the mail box and send it to the return address to see..there isn't one. Not a speck of clues of who gave this to me and Mazie.   

A couple hours later Kyser comes home with Matt. The walk in to see me in tears looking at the envelope. They both go wide eyed and Kyser rushes to my side. He asked what's wrong. And I know my answer will make him furious. " Damon came back. He wanted to see Mazie." he looks at me in horror and rushes to his feet before storming to his feet and escaping to his bedroom. Not long after you hear his door slam shut then followed but the sound of this being knocked over and broken. Me and Matt quickly rush to his room and open his door to see him sittin on the floor up against his bed. His elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. As I slowly walk closer to him I can fell the anger radiating from his body.  Matt stands in the door way with nothing but confusion written in his face. I quickly lay the envelope next to Kyser...waiting for his response. He looks at me a questioning gleem in his eyes. "Damon left this on the porch before he left.  When your ready to...take a look inside. I then walk out of my twins room with Matt in tow. We go to the living room and sit down in utter silence. Then out of nowhere Mazies cries come through the baby monitor. "Mommy! Matty!" She calls for me and Matt. Which isn't surprising. In our way upstairs Matt speaks up. "Who's Damon?" All I can say is two simple words. "Mazies Father". He quickly nods. As we walk into Mazies room. She's sitting up in her crib, using the bars for balance. When she spots us she reaches out for Matt, who happily grabs her up and hugs her. Trying to sooth her and calm her down. Once she finally settles down and stops crying we sit on the small couch in her room. Then Matt asks "what's wrong Mazie?" She replies with the most heart breaking reply you could ever hear from a sad two year old. "I want my daddy" with that I stand up and run out of her room, then out of the house. Not even looking back. I stop when I reach the old abandoned playground. I sit on a swing and slowly start rocking myself...trying to calm down and stop crying. Moments later a figure apears in the distance. I doesn't take me long to realize its Jaren. I pull my hood over my head and look at the ground hoping he won't notice it's me. But he does. "Well well well. What do we have here? A fat cry baby. What a shame. You know that if you cry to much you'll run out of tears. You should've reached your max already. Do you know how fat, ugly and worthless you are? Do you know how much I burns to look at you? GO DIE ALREADY!" With that he walks away. Mumbling useless curse words about me. I run back to my house and up to my room. I pop open a bottle that I haven't opened in over 3 years. And. Took them ALL. Every last pill. I then climbed out my window with my headphones on playing the song Baby Don't Cut by B-Mike. I walk back to the old willow tree at the school and lay against it. My vision blurs and I start going numb. Out of no where I see a figure of a boy runs over to me. Saying incoherent things to me as I slowly fall asleep. But before everything goes black. I see he has on a name tag. On it is the word "Jack Myte".

Now I'm Gone.

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Woohoo over 1500 words! I hope this is a good chapter cause I love it. Plus it took me FOREVER to write.

   

              -Kaiya❤️