The King, His Queen, and Princess

26.

Rose

My heart pumped in excitement as I heard the car pull up from the window. I ran down the stairs and out the door to greet my two favorite people but instead,  Alessandro walked straight past me while holding our knocked out daughter. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped as I followed him into the house. 

"Well hello to you too," I murmur as I follow him like a lost puppy. I followed him as he walked into Alessa's room and placed her on her bed. He sat down next to her sleeping body and proceeded to take her shoes off. I could feel the anger radiating off of him as he struggled with the tie on her sandals.

"Let me help," I whisper as I move closer and as soon as my hand goes near his he lets go of the shoe and stands up. I stare at him in confusion as he gives me a death glare. His eyes were the darkest shade of blue and I could only imagine why. 

I shook my head before sitting down on her bed and continuing his job. I took off her shoes and then her dress. I grabbed a baby wipe and wipe it around her face and neck. Then I got her an oversized shirt and put it over her head. I turned my head thinking I would see Alessandro but the room was empty. As I fix her position on the bed, her eyes pop open and a frown grows on her face. 

"Hey, princess. What's the matter?" I ask as she wraps her arms around my shoulders. 

"Momma. I'm so sorry,"

"Why do you say that baby?"

"Because of what daddy did," She murmurs and my heart drops to my stomach.

Please, God. Please, God.

"What he do?" The anger in my voice is clear as day. 

"He gave some girl his number and said that he was a single father. He also said that you aren't in my life but don't worry I made sure to stick up for you. Her name was Kendra Porada." Alessa says with a big yawn at the end. She presses a light kiss on my cheek before cuddling into her covers and falling back to sleep. My fists clench against the dress in my hands as I stare at the wall.  

I got up from her bed and quietly made my way to my room. My fists clench as I open the door. I walked into the room and I saw Alessandro sitting on the bed chugging a bottle of vodka. If I let him keep drinking that huge bottle of Grey Goose he would die. 

"Stop!" I yell as I slam the door shut and lock it. His eyes widen as he removes the bottle of alcohol from his lips. His eyes were already bloodshot which means he was drunk. This was going to make things a lot worse. I rolled my eyes as I walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. His eyes were following me as I did so. 

I pulled down my pants and sat down on the toilet to do my business. The door knob slowly started moving before the door actually opened. In stumbled a drunk Alessandro. His eyes full of anger as he stomped his way to the standup shower. He ripped off his clothes before stepping into the shower. He turned on the water and then started muttering nonsense out of anger.

He was going to sober up. Thank God.  

After I was done peeing, I cleaned myself and flushed the toilet. I walked to the sink and washed my hands thoroughly before brushing my teeth. While doing so I heard the water shut off.