"What do you mean, kill Maya?" I question her, freaking the fuck out.
She gulps. "I think, you should ask your father. He'll tell you." She gets up and walks to the door.
"Lilly, wait—" She slams my bedroom door shut. Leaving me in my room, confused and wondering, why her father wanted to kill his own daughter, and why Lilly had sex with her own father, and now she's having his baby? Does he even know how to pull out?
I wait for my dad to come home, so I could ask him questions about Maya's father.
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MAYA'S POV
I open the door and it's Ethan standing there. "Can we talk?" I nod my head and let him in.
I open the door wider and motion him to come in. He comes in, I close the door and we walk into the living room. Ethan looks around with all the broken glass, pictures and TV. I haven't cleaned since the fight with Natalie nor get a new TV.
"Woah, what the fuck happened here?" He asks, he turns to me and looks me straight in the eye. He has the same eyes as Grayson's, but for some reason, Grayson's eyes are more mesmerizing than Ethan's.
I rub the back of my head, "Uh, Natalie and I had a fight, I forgot to clean it up, lots of things were on my mind." I tell him.
"Well, let me help you clean." He picks up the picture frame. He throws it in the garbage can in my kitchen.
He helps me with the TV, "Why did you come over tonight?" I ask him.
We pick up the TV, and place it outside so the garbage truck could get it. "I just wanted to see if you're okay, after what happened with Gray—"
"I'm okay." I tell him. I wipe my hands, and head back inside. I plop on the couch, I hear the door close.
"Maya, I know you're not okay. Just talk to me." He lifts up my chin with his finger. I look at him in the eyes once again.
"I just couldn't stop thinking about Grayson getting p-pregnant, with my best friend L-Lilly." I start tearing up. "It's been hurting me inside, knowing about this."
"I know, I know, Maya. Grayson told me it probably isn't his." He tells me, I give him an, are-you-serious look.
"It's his, E. He even said it himself." I sounded very disappointed, and I am. I am disappointed in Grayson. He should've known better, should've pulled out faster...
Right when Ethan could say something, the door barges open. "MAYA!" He had a deep voice, it isn't Grayson. It's different, he sounded old, he sounded... like my father.
"Ethan..." I whisper. He grabs my hands, "Shhh, it's okay." He whispers back.
"MAYA FUCKING MATTHEWS!" He slams the door shut and walks over to me and Ethan. I put my head down, I can't look at that person. I had a feeling it's my father. The way he yelled, the way he said my name. It has to be him. I grab and grip onto Ethan's hand. "It's going to be okay, Maya." He whispers. I nod.
The person picks me up, and forcefully faces me to him. And I knew it.
It's my father.
So much emotions go through my head, why is he here? what does he want?
He grabs my cheeks. He rubs them, squeezes them. "Oh my little girl." He pulls me into a hug. "Oh, I've missed you."
I pull away from him and push him, "Missed me? You? Missed me? Fucking bullshit! Why are you here?" I back away from him. I couldn't hold my tongue, words kept spilling out. "I heard you were in Australia, under a false persona. Why's that? Because you didn't want to get caught for killing my mother?—" "Maya, stop." Ethan chimes in. I ignored his voice. I don't want my thoughts to be unheard.
