Worried/fight

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"Tal were is she?" I asked worried about were my daughter is. "She will be back y/n, just calm down." Tal said looking at me and hugging me. "Tal I'm not going to calm the fuck down. My daughter could be dead for all I know!" I yelled at him and sitting down on the couch. I put my head in my hands and cried. Tal sat by me and put his hand on my back. "Are you not worried? I mean your her dad you are supposed to protect her!" I yelled again. "Baby girl I know and I am worried, but I know she is safe." He said lifting my head. "She won't answer her phone or anything!" I said while standing up. "Y/n just go and get some rest, I'll stay up and wait for her." He said taking me into a hug again. I nod my head and ran upstairs.

I wake up to yelling.

"YOUR MOTHER WAS WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU!" Tal yelled.

"IM SORRY!" Our daughter Taylor yelled back.

"DONT YOU FUCKING YELL AT ME!" Tal yelled.

My eyes went wide. I never heard Tal say that. I got up and ran downstairs.

"Don't yell at our daughter!" I snapped at him.

I looked over and saw Taylor crying. I ran to her and hugged her.

"Go upstairs. I will meet you up there." I whispered to her.

She nods her head and ran upstairs.

I turned over and faced tal

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" I yelled at him.

"Oh so now your not worried?" He asked.

"Yes I still am but you never yell at my daughter and if you do it again we are over! Don't talk to me!" I yelled at him.

"Good I hate this family anyways." What he said brought tears to my eyes.

"Then fucking leave!" My voice cracked.

"No I'm sorry I didn't mean it." He said walking to me.

"Get away! Get out of my house! Your not sorry! Get out!" I yelled running upstairs.

I walked into Taylor's room. She was crying. "Ok your going to your friends house. Ok?" I asked her. She nods her head.

She left the house.

I looked over at Tal. A tear rolled down my cheek.

"Get out of my house." I asked.

"No I'm sorry! Y/n please I really am." He said.

"Tal no. Get out and we are done." I said and walked upstairs.


Part 2????

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