Bad Boy Gone Good

44. Writing's On The Wall

I let my head hit the headboard of the bed, despite the pain of how hard I hit it. I couldn't think straight, my thoughts were jumbled around and couldn't sit still at all. Amelia was in my arms with no movements at all. She was asleep, she goes through so much. So much that no beautiful little girl should go through at this age. She was smart, sweet, sometimes a diva, she always had the brightest smile on her face when we spend time together, but that same big bright smile was always the saddest when I had to go. I lightly laugh to myself. I only smiled to myself as I kissed her forehead and she finally began to get comfortable in my arms like she always was.

"I will always protect you regardless, you are my daughter and you never will forget that. Soon all of this will be over and we can finally watch you grow up to be the beautiful woman that God already knew that you were always going to be. You will always be my daughter, it may not be my blood that is running through your veins, but it is my thoughts and practice that you will fall into. Your father, or Daddy is what you call him. He loves you to death, there was times that I wish I was there for, but couldn't be for whatever reason God thought was. But, he knew why you put me here in your life now. You will soon find out why this is happening while I am here figuring it out now. I know that this so a scary experience for you, it will always be a memory now. Daddy is going out to do terrible things to whoever wants to do this to you, me, us. I know that there is not real explanation for this; but I will promise that you will always be safe with me. I promise baby girl. Your my princess Amelia." I said softly into the her ears, I know she heard me we have this mommy-daughter connection.

Melanie came inside as she looked at me and broke down with me. She was worried about Josh's safety, he is the only guy that Melanie ever felt like really did care for her with all his heart. Meanwhile, I was crying because I was worried for Tristan and Vincent's safety. I can't be in this house without the three of them. If Erica finds out, she's probably going to freak out and lose her head. I didn't know how Erica could deal with these type of things, them going out, killing people, moving constantly, never having that real sense of security with them. I didn't know how to handle it at all, my mind kicked into overdrive. I was nine miles past upset and Amelia sensed that she see looked up at me and softly blinked before going back to sleep.

Our mommy-daughter connection was strong and will always be there. Me being calm was the only way that she could be calm, if Mommy is calm and safe that means she is calm and safe. Regardless if I know or didn't know if we were or not. I didn't understand why this was so hard for me, Amelia was my baby girl. She was a beautiful young girl, that had so much ahead of her in life and she had to deal with her father, aunt, and uncles dealing with unnecessary bull. I couldn't understand how she would try to understand this when she's older. More importantly, I didn't even want to think about how one of us was going to tell her.

Vincent and Tristan rang a memory through my head, I remember that they are out trying to find this guy. Mel was still on my shoulder crying about Josh, but she was slowly falling asleep as Amelia was deep asleep in my arms with nothing else being said. I slowly and softly laid her down next to Mel, she nodded and I walked downstairs. In all this craziness, I've been the strongest one and I couldn't even handle it myself. I haven't shed a tear yet and that's because I had to keep everyone calm while all this happened.

Tristan didn't say anything, but I hope that he was going to keep Vincent. I couldn't imagine what Vincent could do with such rage in his mind and such powerful things that he could do with his hands. That was the scary part.

Around 7 in the morning, there was a knock on the door. I woke Mel up as we both walked down the stairs carefully and cautiously. The door opened and it was the three of them, looking disappointed. Mel, on the other hand, was happy to see Josh again. She jumped into his arms and squeezed him, attacking him with hell of a lot of kisses.

I looked at Vincent and Tristan as they both just looked at each other and me. Vincent looked disappointed, but Tristan looked relived. I looked at them both with confusion and couldn't understand why they were both in different sets of emotions that flashed over their faces.

"What's the matter?" I said, breaking the awkward silence that was creeping over everyone.

"We didn't get him." Tristan said.

"But we will. His faith is the writing's on the wall. Bright as day." 

"Then why do you look so relieved that you didn't?" I said as everyone whipped their head to look at Tristan.

"If you were paying attention and listening, you would realize that I wouldn't want to kill anyone because I watched my older brother, I looked up to, get traumatized because he saw our father kill our step mother. I wouldn't want to kill anyone and become like that bastard I call my father." He said towards me with a harmful tone and no remorse to what he just said to me. I bucked my head back in shock, but put my hands up and walked away as Vincent smacked his teeth and followed. 

I stood against the door of the room they walked into and just listened without hopefully being caught. 

"Ice, I'm sorry she is just upset about baby girl. She's never seen things like we have." Vincent said as I looked down. 

"I don't care. She got everyone looking at me like some type of suspect and everyone knows that I wouldn't do that. I have too big of a heart. I couldn't even face myself to get outside the car. I am just going to fall back from her. I can't trust any female." 

"Whoa, Nova didn't mean it just like the same way I didn't mean it when I said some bashful shit." 

"You're right. But, I can't even deal with people just trying to test me and make me feel like this. this isn't something that I do or something I am even usually used to and I do not need it from her or from anyone. I am tired of taking shots form everyone like it's annoying and hurtful. Does that make sense to you?" 

As he said that, I set my head down and looked at the floor because I knew what that felt like and I just slid my back against the door. Without making a noise.