Being Her Daddy | 18+

Keeper

Madrid's POV

"What happened to her room," I asked as I put a black hoodie on stepping foot into the barren room.

"I knew you wouldn't do it so I did. She wanted her stuff back," he told me. I used to sneak here alone late at night and sleep in her bed so I knew he probably had to do this while I was at work. Trying to grasp onto something normal. I couldn't protect her and she wanted to leave. It was happening again and I couldn't stop it. I couldn't stop it again.

"Let's get all this into the truck," the walls still had a color to the but her desk was empty, her comforter had disappeared, and dressers and closet empty and on display. It looked like she never existed here exactly how it did when I first decorated the room for her.

By the time we got everything into the car, it was well past midnight. I checked my phone for any word of her but nothing was different. Checking her location it was at the house, but if she was there why didn't she text me.

I called her to get no answer, I looked at Con, "Drive," I called her again going directly to voicemail.

Me: Malia

Me: Did you make it home?

Me: Text me back

Why the fuck wasn't she texting back? She always had that fucking phone on her the least she could do was tell me she was okay.

Me: I need to know that your home safe

Me: Malia I need to know you're okay, please

Con stopped the car and clicked the button making the locking sound.

"Unlock the door Con."

"Before you go crazy, let's take a moment." He took his phone out typing then calling, "I texted her and got no answer," he informed me but it wasn't making me feel better if anything it made me worry more about her safety. Hearing a feminine voice over the phone I sat upset that I couldn't hear clearly.

Coming off too eager I asked, "What's she saying?"

"It's Evelyn she said she's coming down to open the door," he spoke calmly but something didn't feel right.

Where is she?

Unlocking the door I climbed out of the car opening the trunk so I didn't look extremely crazy. I picked up two boxes and walked to the front door.

Evelyn stood by, "Sorry for stopping by so late, is Malia here?"

"She should be on her way back," Evelyn vaguely explained to me.

"We have some boxes of her things where should I put them?"

"The room upstairs all the way to the down the hall first door second door on the right."

"Sorry for waking you," I genuinely apologized.

"I was already awake waiting for the kids," she explained. She took a box from Con leading us up the stairs.

"The kid isn't here?" He broke the silence observing my behavior.

I shook my head no as we placed the boxes in the corner of her room. Walking into the dark blue room it didn't smell like her in the slightest, it wreaked of him. Had he been sleeping here with her? What if it's his baby.

Placing the boxes down we went back downstairs to continue unloading the truck only to be stopped by headlights illuminating us with boxes in hand. The lights still shun on us as the driver turned the car off and got out. Winston stood tall opening the car door behind his own.