Makeup remover wipes S.M.

Chapter 50

Dylan and Angelina have been making out on the bed since mom and dad fell asleep, Skylar's asleep too but I can't sleep. I feel horrible, I feel completely responsible. "Don't you think it's time for me to leave?" Dylan chuckles moving away but she pulls him back like a bloodthirsty vampire. They're such a cute couple. But they're also really awkward around everyone else, they're even awkward around each other. My heart hurts at the thought that my own relationship could've ruined theirs, it could've ruins Skylar's chances at every having a boyfriend, or any friends at all. My heart beats a little faster at the thought. It pretty much beats out of my chest. I could've ruined their lives.

"Personally I thought you should've left an hour ago," dad mumbles. "But that's just me." He holds Mom a little tighter against the recliner they sleep on. He refuses to leave and moms in and out. She goes home to see the boys and she feeds them and stuff, the babies still breastfeed and she can't brake them off, plus she doesn't want to so she'll continue to breastfeed them until it becomes unhealthy. "And for you Merciful," he shakes his head slightly making me smile. "Go to bed baby's girl." He winks gently and I nod even though I know I won't be able to. I'm too afraid to sleep, every time I close my eyes I see Charlie or his car speeding towards me I keep reaching for the wheel but I can't ever find it and it scares me. I could've killed them both and it's something I never wanna think about again.

"Daddy?" I mumble making him jump almost. It takes him less then five seconds to be up and by my side. "I can't sleep," I mumble again. He puts mom down on the chair and lay himself next to me.

"Is it because Jericho isn't around?" He brushes his hand against my head. I shake it softly and move towards him. "Are you having bad dreams?" I nod gently leaning into my fathers chest. I've done this to him since I was little. Regardless of how old I am, I always want to be able to get cuddles from my daddy, he makes me feel safe. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I shake my head again leaning farther into his chest letting out a yawn I go to wrap my arms around him but my hand falls a little lower than it should ever be. When I jump away he pulls me back. "I came to cuddle you, and as awkward as that was," he teased a little. "I'm still going to cuddle you." He then moves my arms so they wrap around him and he holds me in his chest.

"Thanks Daddy," I mumble. I know it brings him comfort that I still call him Daddy. I'm sure he forgives eventually that will be my boyfriend because I know for a fact that's what happened for Mom and him, but I'm not sure about how badly I want a boyfriend. As time goes on I'm sure my perspective will be different but right now my boyfriend just about killed me and two of my siblings because I broke up with him. I hid him from my dad too, if he'd known we would've been a little safer knowing dad would be all over him if something happened. And now even with something like this dad could end up in jail with him. And I know he'd do it too, he just doesn't know.

"Anytime."

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I listen to mom and dad talk, they sound so happy but upset at the same time. "She's awake," he mumbles making mom chuckle. I can feel their eyes on me so I open my own. "Morning princess." He smiles laughing at my shaggy hair. It's always weird looking in the mornings.

"Morning daddy, morning mama." I lay against his shoulder. He squeezes me softly and Mom smiles watching.

"Guess what?" She giggles a little. Mom has some sever brain damage done and as the older kids the knowledge was passed down to us as she started acting like a baby. That's what she does, it was something that they could never fix. She's done this for years now and it's almost sad to think that this perfect woman that I've always looked up to has this problem. She doesn't know it though, dad and our other family won't ever let her know that she does. It would brake her heart if she found out and that's the last thing we want. "We get to take you two home today!" She squeals a little. Angelina is awake but Skylar is off getting more testing done.

"What about Sky?" I raise an eyebrow and she sighs. "Doesn't she get to come home too?" She shakes her head sadly while dad looks down as well.

"Things aren't looking as good for our little one, she's got a cracked rib and it's coming really close to poking her lung. She already had a bad heart," dad looks at the sheet in front of him. They both look so sad and it's my fault, and if anything happens to her that will be my fault. "She's hanging on though." He nods sternly not once really showing any emotion towards the current situation.

"I'm really sorry," I look down getting squeezed in both directions. Mom is now sitting on my right side dad hasn't moved from my left. "I didn't mean to do any of this."

"It's not your fault." They hum reassuringly. I nod slowly even though I believe nothing, I lay back on the bed. "Now get ready, we're going to take you home soon." Mom smiles kissing my cheek. "I'm going to take you home soon," she mumbles a little.

"You're not coming back with us?" I turn to my dad who shakes his head.

"One of my baby girls is still stuck here, I'm gonna stay with her. But before she left for surgery she told me to tell you two to get lots of sleep," he turns looking at Angelina as well. "And eat lots, so you're all healthy tomorrow for when you come and visit her." He smiles and I nod. I probably won't sleep much, and I might not eat much either but I'd like her to feel reassured.

"I'm only staying home tonight, tomorrow I'll be back here until she's out, your dads got some work he needs to get done." Mom pokes his side and he jumps a little.

"You're gonna get it," he shakes his head tickling mom as well. She laughs and smiles flailing a little making it worse for her. "Don't start something if you don't wanna finish it." He chuckles letting her go but both of them go serious when the nurse walks in. It'd be different if it were mine or Angie's nurse but it's Skylar's. "Girls," dad turns to us. "Get ready."