All Love Lost (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7

"What are you doing here?" I repeated, still clutching onto the sharp knife.

The pair walked further into my condo, looking around as they did. One held a look of both admiration and fear while the other held no expression at all.

"Get your stuff, the car is downstairs." My father, Sergeant Major Gerald Bleu, demanded in his booming voice.

I scoffed. "I'm not going anywhere with you. How did you even find me?"

My mother, Winter, reached out to me and gently grabbed my hand.

"Just come, baby." I snatched my hand out of hers.

For as long as I could remember, my mom had always been my dad's puppet. Whatever he said went and there were no ands, ifs, or buts about it if you let her tell it. I loved my mom to death, but over the years, I'd slowly but surely lost respect for her.

My father, on the other hand, was the ultimate control freak and if things didn't go his way he'd have a fit. That's why when he kicked me out at the tender age of 17 I never saw them again -- until now. At the time, I was sure he expected me to beg to come back, but I honestly felt that being homeless was much better than living in his hell house.

So, that's what I did. I left and didn't look back.

"Like I said, I'm not going anywhere with you. Who do you think you are?" I yelled directly at Gerald.

"I am your father and-"

"Since when?" I cut him off.

He looked down at me with a fire burning in his eyes and let out a harsh chuckle.

"I'm not gonna repeat myself, Abella."

"No need, because I'm not going anywhere with you."

He stepped towards me, but before he could do anything, Adrian stepped in front of me, blocking me with his much larger body.

"So, you still got these little boys running in and out of the house, huh?" Gerald spat, looking Adrian up and down, sizing him up.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Now!" I gritted.

I could feel my entire body getting hot my hands start trembling.

He nodded to himself. "I'll be back. Winter, let's go."

A few seconds later my front door slammed so hard, the glasses in the kitchen shook.

Shock wasn't even the word. I was so beyond that. The fact that they had the nerve to show up like they had any say so in the life that I'd created with absolutely no help from them, was baffling.

I didn't realize how out of it I was until Adrian came over to me and pried the knife from my hand, placing it onto the counter.

He studied my demeanor and wrapped his arms around me. It was hands down one of the most awkward hugs I'd ever received. It made me wonder if he'd ever hugged anyone in his life. I pulled away from him and tried to continue what I was doing before, but he took the knife back out of my shaking hand and led me over to sit on the couch.

He crouched down in front of me, wearing a concerned expression. "Aye, you gonna be good?"

"Yeah." I was a bad liar, so I didn't dare look him in the eyes. I tried getting back up, but he sat me right back down.

"Don't worry about that, I'll finish up. Wouldn't want you cutting a finger off." He tried joking.

When he saw I wasn't going to laugh, he stood to his feet and went back to the kitchen.  As soon as he walked away, I spaced out again. My head was starting to hurt, so I laid down and eventually fell asleep.