I was Weak but got Stronger...

Chapter2: What's going on?

Chapter 2: What's going on?

My daughter hates me. I have no idea why? This is really terrible.

"Zayn everything is going to be okay. Bricklen is just going through a hard time right now". Liam said trying to assure me that its just a phase.

"She hates me and I don't even know why? What did I do"? I was agitated at myself, if I wasn't so caught up into my personal life I would know what's wrong with my own daughter.

"Zayn Malik! Look at me right now" Louis stated in a serious tone, I looked up at him. "Everything is going to be okay, I promise. We promise. Remember last night when she threw her safe full of razors at the table"? I nodded as he continued to speak. "She needs help Zayn, she needs you to help her right now. Everyone goes through something tragic in their life and Bricklen's is just earlier". I nodded tugging at my hair lightly, what should I do? A few hours later Bricklen came downstairs with the sniffles. I just wanted to hug her, thinking she was going to turn to come in the living room was a big shot. She turned for the kitchen instead. Hearing some bangs every now and then, she must be cooking.

Standing up with caution I walked into the kitchen to see Bricklen wither her headphones on cooking a grilled cheese sandwich. She looked up then immediately looked back down at the sight of me. I sighed and turned around only to be met by the boys pointing at me to go on and talk to her.

"Bricklen"? I said quietly. She couldn't hear me. "Bricklen". This time I touched her arm and she flinched back slightly. "Sorry" I mumbled quietly.

She started taking off her headphone and sat them on the counter, right next to her phone.

"Dad I need help". Her hands were on the edge of the counter, barley hanging on. "I need help"! She cried falling to the floor. I swooped down and held her tight.

"Shh Bri, I'm here along with the boys. You can tell us anything, alright"? She nodded wiping her tears away with the back of her hands.

"Can I talk to Uncle Ni"? She asked hesitant.

Why doesn't she want to talk to me? I seriously must have done something wrong for her to act like this towards me. "Honey why don't you want to talk to me? Did I do something wrong or what"? I asked as she shifted into a new position on the floor.

"Dad, I love you okay. That's all that matters. Ill just have Uncle Ni tell you after I'm done. Honestly I don't think I could tell you the whole reason why I don't want to talk to you or why I'm cutting". She whispered playing with her hands.

"Okay babe. Whatever makes you the most comfortable. I'm always here okay, most of the time. I can be away a lot when you need me the most". With that I stood up after kissing Bricklen's head and left to my room.

I hate seeing my daughter like this, it tears me apart. It's like a stab in the heart five-thousand times every time she cries. Bricklen needs a mother figure, one who loves her and cares for her like her own. Its so hard for me to keep a what you could say 'normal' relationship. I'm always so busy with my career, then I have a daughter to take care of when I get home. Bri just needs a mother and all these problems will go away--right?

I'm a twenty-eight year old man who can't even take care of his twelve year old daughter or have a 'normal' relationship with women. What kind of person am I?

A terrible one. I'm terrible at being a father, a guardian, for crying out loud I'm terrible at anything that has to be dealt with being a parent. Yes I have plenty of sisters I took care of but they weren't mine as in I made them with my sperm! Gosh, I am so stupid thinking I could do this alone.