Walls

Chapter 17 part1

Danielle's Dad POV

"I understand. I'm fine. I just needed to collect myself but I'm fine. I'll not let any heartache break me that easily." Danielle said.

My princess. I bet she feels so weak and alone right now.

Danielle being the eldest among my children, grew up to be independent and responsible. She has always been hands on and full gear with courage in all the things she does. She tries and does her best with everything and made the best out of her situation. She is responsible. She is every parent's dream daughter.

She has always been a fighter. But I know she isn't all strength. As her father, although we are not close and she isn't really close even with her mom not that we neglect her but she was just too independent, I can see she has a very soft heart.

I can see that in every problem we face, she would rarely show her tears. You'll see her head strong, heads up high, tight face, with determined heart. But if you look closely, you'll see fear, uncertainty, doubt deep in her eyes.

I was full of worry when she decided to go to New York. She'll be away from me and I know despite her determination she is afraid. So I was glad when she met Jace. Although I doubted because everything happened to them fast but I felt honesty in Jace's voice when I talked to him. I also saw genuine happiness in Danielle's eyes when I saw her in the computer. She was glowing and I knew they both love each other.

So I somehow relaxed a bit. I thought they were doing good. But Jace called and told me what happened. I was mad at Jace. I thought he saw the real Danielle. I thought he knew her already but this happened.

I was so close in coming to New York to fetch Danielle but I knew she should face this on her own. I knew she needed this to learn something. I have faith that she won't give up that easily. I knew those but it never stopped me from worrying.

I waited patiently and tirelessly for her call. I know she would one day call me. She would when she is ready. She never wanted to be forced. She needed time for everything.

"I'm fine, Dad. I just called to tell you that. I still cannot tell you where I am but I just wanted you to know that I'm safe. Tell my siblings too okay? I'll hung up. I'll talk to you soon and I love all of you."

She ended the line. I didn't even told her I love her too and that she can always count on me but I know, she knows.

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Un-named POV

I went out of my cabin to walk.

It's my day off so its my chance to go out and roam around.

I've decided to pass by a flower shop and bought callalily flowers.

These are Mother Chona's favorite.

Mother Chona is a caretaker of a small church. She became my mother here ever since I decided to settle here in London.

I've been in almost around the world, touring. I toured with my band and somehow got what we wanted. We were slowly getting famous, we got label, we got to record an album that sell in different countries. It felt good. It was high! It was my dream but after sometime, I grew tired. I felt incomplete. I felt as if it wasn't where I'm supposed to be. So, I left the band.

They were mad to me of course, but I accepted all the things they told me. I knew I'm insane for letting this go but what can I do? I was unhappy.

I searched for my peace from places to places. Then I met Mother Chona who guided me. She patiently tried to understand and accepted all my frustrations. She lead me to the way I am in right now. I still sing, I play, though I don't have a label under my toes, I may only have enough money, but I am finally happy. I finally felt this is where I should be.

There I realized fame and material things doesn't make you solely happy.

I walked my way towards the church where Mother Chona stayed.

I got in and as usual there were few tourists. I can't blame them. This place may look really simple as compared to the grand churches elsewhere but this has a particular charm. I too, got caught by its inevitable charm.

I was walking towards the hall when I saw a lady on the floor and crying. It wasn't unusual. I saw a lot of people who cry here but I felt something different from her cry. She was crying audibly bu not too loud. I tried to look at her face but it is hidden in her palms.

I tried to walk away from her and let her do her own business. I wouldn't want to disrupt her because it honestly felt really deep. But no matter how much I tried to walk away, I can't.

I just looked at her from her back. She soon stopped crying and held her head up. I still can't see her face but I felt she was staring at the Christ image at the altar.

I realized my feet slowly making my way towards her and tapped her shoulder.

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a/n: I created Danielle's dad's pov because parents usually know their real children. Some may just not talk about it but they notice. They care even if we think they do not. They love us unconditionally that we sometimes cannot understand.