Double The Trouble

Chapter 9

Lilyana

I lost track of the days since my disappearance, it was too depressing to keep track of the days you were unwanted. Evie and her mom flew down to Fort Lauderdale, FL, to handle some business. Her mom insisted that I tag along, but I refused, they needed their mother daughter time. I've been wandering the streets of Los Angeles for 3 days I think.

I think I'm going in the wrong direction, am I even heading east? After I exited Beverly Hills I never looked back, trying my best to make it out of California back into Arizona. But I've barely broke ground, I've only made it 60 miles out of Beverly Hills into Anaheim. It was extremely hard trying to continue on this way; I am over heated, dehydrated and malnourished. It had been weeks since I had eaten an actual meal and five or six days since I put anything to my mouth, and maybe a week since the yogurt thing that I barfed back up from pure fear, Evie tried her best to get me to nibble on things and sometimes I would, never keeping it down though.

My vision started to blur, my knees wobbled with every step I took, I began to feel woozy and topsy turvy. I had to take a seat, I didn't care if I was sitting on the sidewalk of a busy service road. I needed to take a break or I would black out for sure.

I heard faint noises like feet coming in contact with the hot asphalt, I was nearly passed out on. I was way too drained to move, you could forget about running. I wanted to parish at this moment, never in my life have I ever been so physically, emotionally and spiritually exhausted. After fighting with myself, I was able to pry my eyes open, astonished by what I saw.

"Daddy?" But he's dead. I knew that for sure, even though I was confused about my own name at the moment, if there was one thing I knew was that my father loved me with everything in his bones until the day he passed. "Daddy is this really you?" He scooped me up into his arms and I felt like I was gliding through the air. My skin touched cold leather like a back seat to a truck. Was I being abducted?

Demi

It's been a week since I adopted the twins and Lilyana still hadn't made her way home to me yet. Logan has been very standoffish with me lately, I completely understand. He blames me for losing his sister, and I blame myself as well.

I tried talking to my therapist to get the guilt off of my chest, I talked to my closest friends, Marissa and Blanda, thinking they could take some of the weight of the world off of my shoulders, I talked to Nick but he was so Goddamn busy he didn't have the time to listen, they even extended his tour to God knows when, it just happens to be my luck, right when I needed him most, he wouldn't be available.  

Logan marched up the stairs after breakfast, not another word to me. I opened my mouth to beg him to speak to me when the front door swung open.

"DADDY'S HOME! You say Daddy's home, home for me and I know you've been waiting for this lovin' all day. You know your daddy's home, daddy's home, it's time to play." I jumped to the sound of his voice, he sent shivers down my spin. He dropped his bags at the threshold of the house as I ran into him, my lips attacking his, my legs wrapped around his waist he uses my ass to support us, having a firm grip on both my butt cheeks had me aroused. I honestly wanted him to ravage me right here, right now. But the picture of our 11 year old son upstairs flashed through my mind, causing me to pull away slightly.

"We can't do this right now..." My voice trailed off.

"You're right I have something to show you." He left through the front door of the house. Once he returned from the car there was a little girl in his arms. She had such a dainty little frame, her scrawny little arms wrapped tightly around my husband's neck, she could be no older than 8ish 9, her rough voice sounded so dry and raspy, yet so familiar. "Daddy..." she kept mumbling over and over. Once she turned over I dropped to my knees. There was my baby. Tears overflowed my eyes instantly.