What Goes Around, Comes Around

Chapter 6- What Goes Around, Comes Around

Trust is earned when actions meet words.

"Daddy!" I screamed to the top of my lungs. "I need to talk to you!"

There was a moment of silence in the house as I dropped my back bag to the floor, and seconds later I could hear the bedroom door to my parents room being swung open.

My dad quickly emerged from the hallway in a pair of sweatpants and he was trying to get a tank top over his head.

"What the hell are you doing home this early? What's wrong?"

"Is Mom in the room?"

"Yeah-" I cut him off by grabbing his hand and leading him up the stairs and into my room where my Mom couldn't hear. I didn't want her to know all the things Sasha has been saying to Erika yet. "What is going on? Why aren't you in school?"

"I left with MJ and Layla because I needed to talk to you and it couldn't wait," I started as I began to pace the room. My Dad took a seat on a bean bag and sighed.

"What's so important that it couldn't wait a couple more hours?"

"Me and Erika had a fight and she said some pretty disgusting things to me," I told him and he sat up a little straighter with an eye brow rose.

"What did she say to you?"

"Things like how you and her mom were together before Momma and how you could still be in love with her. Then she had the audacity to say that you could be her real Dad considering the years add up with her age and how long ago you and Sasha were together. She even-"

"Hold on, what? No, there's no possible way Erika could be my child, I promise you that. And I was never in love with Sasha back then. I cared for her, yes. But love?"

"That's what I said! And she kept initiating that you cared about them more than us and how you were letting them move in because apparently Sasha is scared and asked you if she could stay here. Daddy please tell me you told her no and that it wouldn't work," I begged him. With a sigh, he stood up and took a step towards me.

"Please listen and listen closely to what I am about to tell you," he began with his jaw clenched and voice low, letting me know he was serious. "There is no one, and I mean no one on this Earth that means more to me than my kids and your mother. Do you understand me?" he asked and I nodded my head.

"Sasha called me a week ago and asked but I denied. I knew your Mom would never agree to it and I wouldn't put you in that situation, I know you and Erika don't get along. I sent someone to guard her house instead of having them here, I would never disrespect y'all like that."

"But Daddy if you could just hear the way Erika was speaking about you, it drove me crazy! She always says little things to get into my head but it's never been like that before. I didn't know what to do or what to say. It bothered me," I mumbled closing my eyes tightly to try and remove Erika's voice from my head.

I knew it couldn't be true, my Dad would never do something like that. I know him.

"Stop thinking about it, Babygirl. I'll call Sasha later and talk to her about this. I don't know why she would tell Erika those things," he assured me as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"I don't want you talking to her. They're going to try and come in between you, Mom and us and I don't want that to happen."

"No one will come in between us. You all are my kids and that woman downstairs is my wife. There is no type of competition whatsoever."

"Do you swear that there's no way Erika is your daughter, too? Because if she is t-then," he stopped my sentence by pulling me into him and wrapping his arms around me while a few tears dropped from my eyes.