Big Mistake 2

Uniquely Us

"We've come far from everything that held us bound. I'm just glad to still be here now." -Paris Vaughn-Stewart

Twelve years after...

"You don't know the shit she had planned to do to y'all! And you are rewarding her grave with flowers, candles, and other shit, when she would've rather spit on top of yours!" Isaac Sr., yelled in Paris's face.

Paris jumped slightly at her father's choice words and clenched her fists. Isaac Sr. looked down at her fists and chuckled, shaking his head.

He chuckled hysterically and looked up into his daughter's face.

"You really have no idea what's truly happened behind all of the shit your mother did. And you... out of all people are being stupid! Your brother stopped coming to see me, but your dumbass just keeps on comin'."

Paris was used to her father taunting her the way he has for the last three years. But some of the visits were not what they were now. He was helpless, impotent and volatile. A former shell of a man he used to be, and now could not fathom the reasons as to why. He'd rather blame his dead wife for his problems than himself.

Paris maintained to always have an answer, and so did everyone else around them. It was prison, prison made her father into a mass murderer.

Over the years he's shanked at least four people in prison, and has been moved to his own holding cell. His last murder was six months ago. He vowed to stop killing if he could have back his visitations.

But as the years pass on, and his grandkids get older, he seems to get crazier by the second he's locked away in his own cell inside of the prison. It's gotten to the point where his ability to be outside to mingle around was revoked from his free will as well.

He doesn't even get to call anyone, as well as see his grandkids. The only person who's willing to visit him is his daughter... Paris.

Piera and Luke don't trust him, as well as Malcolm. They have wanted Paris to stop visiting, but she can't seem to say no and refuses to leave her father out alone with no one to visit him at all.

"I hate you Paris. My own damn daughter... get the fuck away! I fuckin' hate you!" Isaac Sr. stood up from his chair and spat in Paris's face.

The sour landed on her forehead, and she carelessly wiped it away from her forehead.

The guards came rushing over and grabbed her father up, but Paris stood up and told them to 'hold on'.

Her father huffed and turned around to face his daughter one last time.

"What bitch?" He hissed harshly.

"Cool it, Vaughn." The guard warned him.

"I just want you to know that... no matter what you and mom did I wouldn't have hated you either way. I love you both, maybe a little too much though. As you can see, I am the only person that we've vouched for you and your behavior over the past three years. It's amazing how the ones you feel the deep emotion for can't even thank those who try to help them. I'm the only person who's been coming to see you for these last few years and you treat me this way? You're my father, and I love you, but I don't like this. I don't tolerate disrespect, and I won't tolerate it from you. I coulda let them keep the death penalty, but I decided against it. I fought for you while Isaac and everyone else wanted for you to die. As of now... you can go to hell for all I care." She pushed in her foldable chair and quickly left the room to grab her things.