Finding My Dad

4) it's you

It's been 2 months. He called me everyday for the first week, but now he only calls every couple days. It kills me inside. I don't know why I even thought it was a good idea. I'm trying really hard to forget about it but the situation creeps right back up on me when I thought I was over it.

I was walking home from school by myself like I normally do when a really nice car pulls up behind me. It's black and the windows are tinted. I started to freak. That could only mean rape. I'm going to get abducted and have an even worse life.

When the door opened I didn't even bother to pick up my pace. I just walked like I didn't have a care in the world.

When I heard footsteps and the clatter of chains behind me I started to sweat.

A hand was placed on my shoulder causing me to stop walking. When I turned around and looked up, I saw the face of my father. I was speachless.

I had to blink twice to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.

"I found you Gianna, I finally found you" he said while wrapping me up in the biggest hug ever.

He was crouched down to my height hugging the daylights out of me. I hugged back and laid my head on his shoulder. I couldn't help but cry. he really did want to see me. he wanted to help me. "I found my daughter. after 13 years." he whispered. I squeezed tighter and broke down completely. I cried because this was the happiest day of my life. my daddy. daddy. daddy daddy. not mom and the boyfriend, no, just daddy.

I can't even describe what I'm feeling, it's like nothing can hurt me. my prayers have been answered and I think for once, god was listening to me, he waited 13 years for the sadness, pain and depression to be broken, to be broken and gone forever, today.

I was full on sobbing and choking on my own tears. He picked me up and rubbed my back walking to his car.

He opened the door and put me in the back seat. He got in the drivers seat and started driving.

"Where, where are we g-going?" I stumble. reality still hasn't struck me with the fact that my dad, Zayn Malik, is right here. I finally have a dad, but not just any dad, my dad.

"You'll see." he said gently.

"ok"

"How did you find me?" I asked

"I have my ways" he said

After that it was really awkward. He turned on the radio and we just rode to wherever we were going. I started to calm down a little but I was still overwhelmed.

We pulled up to a restaurant and got out. He walked into the restaurant and got us a table. when we sat down he started talking "If your mother or her boyfriend catches us, were dead, so don't tell anyone about this." I nodded my head in response. They're not going to know I'm not home because they work until 9 on the weekdays.

"So, can you tell me what happens at your house?" he asked.

Should I? I hate talking about it and it's embarrassing. But, he is my father. but, I just met him and I'm still not completely there with the fact that I'm with my fucking father!

This could be my only chance or option if I want to leave..

"My mom and Alex. They're just horrible. I want to escape it, but it's not your responsibility to deal with me. Alex is rough with me and forces me to do things, my mom treats me like crap when Alex is around her."

"What does he make you do?" he asked

"Clean, get him beers and snacks, call him 'dad', nothing too bad" I say.

"Are you sure that's the only thing that happens there?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, I get hit sometimes but it's not that bad. It's fine."

"No, it's not fine. No one has the right to hit you. it's not safe for you to live there Gia."

"It's fine. I can deal with it" I insisted. I am bipolar as fuck. I went from crying everyday wanting to be with my dad, and now that is literally arms length away, I insist that I'm fine at home where I have a jackass beating me every other day. but, a pang of guilt hit me like Alex hits my mom when there's no beer left. Zayn is 20 something years old, he's famous and probably has a girlfriend. why should he get stuck with me? he's young and can move on and live. it's not fair to throw the responsibility of having a kid to him.

He was about to say something but our food got to the table. As we were eating we talked about what we like to do, hobbies, etc.

Soon we were done eating and on our way out. "thanks" I said. "No problem sweetheart"

"I'm going to drop you off at home, I'll keep in touch. And by the way, I don't think you'll be living with Alex and your mother much longer"

"No, it's fine. I'm fine. I will be fine." I say. He ignored me and got in the car.

The ride home was quiet. not awkward, but peacefull. When he pulled up to my house he got out too. ok.?

"Why are you getting out?" I asked.

"Because I want to give my daughter a hug. I haven't seen you in 13 years, we have some catching up to do."

I gave him a long hug and when we pulled away he kissed my forehead and said "love you Gianna"

"I love you dad" I said just loud enough for him to hear.

When I got back inside I decided to clean. I'm going to have to do it sooner or later so I mine as well do it now.

I cleaned the house top to bottom and then passed out at around 7pm. The whole time I kept replaying what happened in my head. I just could not believe that he actually found me. That I finally got to see and touch and hug my dad.

Today was a very eventful day