Chapter Four: Trust

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When I woke up I heard someone knocking at the door. No one else was awake they were sleeping so I opened the door. Once I opened the door I saw dad and screamed for my brother and my mom. They both came running and Chris had his baseball bat in his hand as he pushed me behind him to protect me.

"What are you doing here? What do you want?"

"I want another chance, I understand now I want to be with my daughter as she grows up, and I already bailed myself out of jail with all our money."

"WHAT!?!?!"

"Don't worry I will get a job by the end of the month and help out I want to be there for my daughter."

"Okay but one last chance I will give you and if you mess it up you are out of here and we are divorced!"

"Thank you I promise I will be better."

~2 hours Later~

"Hey Chloe why don't we go and get you some ice cream!"

"Really?"

"Yes really come on we can go to your favorite place."

"YAY thank you thank you daddy!"

"Your welcome now let's go get some ice cream!"

~In the car~

*Dad pulls into a dark alley*

"Dad where are we going?"

"Shut up Fatass!"

"Dad?"

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

Dad then stops where a man stands and gets out of the car saying "Stay here Fatass." He then packs up the back of his truck with beer and liquor. When he gets in I wanted to ask what was happening but I was to scared. Then before he starts driving he turns around and looks at me.

"Chloe I have not changed, now don't tell anyone what happened or you will be beaten hard. Now fatass you stupid and worthless I hope you know that because it's true. Another thing is do NOT go into the basement ever!"

He then slaps me and goes home and hands me a Ice cream cone that is frozen solid and it had rum in it and said "We will do this every Thursday night okay? We will "get ice cream" and tell no one what you saw."

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