My younger brother[completed]

Next Day

Ross

"Dinner!" Riker yells and Layla gets off my lap. She's been a little quiet since she got home from school. Wonder why.

We reach the kitchen and sit in our chairs. We dig into the fabulous meal Riker has prepared for us.

"Layla? Did Zach or anyone else bully you today?" Riker asks quietly.

"N-no. He actually umm."

"He what?" Riker asks somewhat impatient.

"He asked me out." Layla whispers.

"What?" I yell furious. Layla jumps a mile at my outburst.

"Dad please.-"

"What did you tell him?" I ask sternly cutting her off.

"I told him yes."

"What?" I yell a bit louder than before. "No!"

"No what?" Layla asks confused.

"No you can't date him." I say sternly.

"What? Why not?"

"Because I said so. I'm your father."

"No your not! I hate you! Don't ever talk to me again!" She yells and gets up from the table.

Her words sting like a hundred knives going into my chest. "I-I didn't mean it, dad. I'm sorry." She says quieter.

"N-no Layla. I'm sick and tired of this. Saying shit to me then not meaning it. All of it. All we do is fight with each other. It's like our fights are the same over and over again." I yell a few tears brimming my eyes. "This isn't what I pictured my life to be like. Not even close."

"Then what did you want your life to be like ross? I thought you wanted to have a life with me."

"I did and I still do. But I can't keep going like this. Not with the stress and bickering going on. Its to much." I say. "It kills me every time we have a fight." I say pointing to Layla. "It kills me to know how you never fight with Riker, always with me. How you always listen to him and not me. But when he's busy or not around you act like you love me. I don't understand. Am I not good enough to be a father? Am I not ready? I don't know." I sob.

I wait there crying uncontrollably for a few minuets but is just silence.

I let out another loud sob then head out of the room. I go up to our room and lock the door. I decide to lay down and clear my head a little bit. Maybe that'll help me out.

It doesn't exactly help any. I'm still crying like a waterfall. All I keep saying to myself is 'I can't do this. I can't do this.' Over and over and over again.

I don't know what to do. Should I pack my stuff and leave? Or should I wait for them to apologize. Maybe I should go back down there.

So many choices. It's to hard.

I hear a knock on the door and a quiet shaky voice after it.

"Dad? C-can I come in?" Layla asks.

I don't answer. The only noise are my sobs.

"Dad please." She says and I unlock the door for her. She enters the room and comes and lays next to me. "I'm so sorry daddy. I don't know how it happens or why it does. Please forgive me?"

"Layla? Is it something I do? Something you hate about me? What is it? There's gotta be a reason behind it."

"I don't know dad. It just happens."

"Alright. I guess." I say quietly.

"Thank you daddy." Layla says and wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me. I don't hug back. I'm sure In the next 20 mins she'll be fighting with me again. I just let it side my brain as she lets go. I love you." She says softly. I just nod my head.

"You don't love me back?" She asks sad.

"It depends. Every time I say it to you it comes around and bits me in the ass."

"I promise I'll control myself. Please just don't hate me."

"Alright alright. I don't hate you stop saying that. I love you to pieces. Never forget that. I'm like this because I are about you to much. Something's fishy with the whole Zach thing but I'll let it slide this once. I let you do that one other time that didn't go so well." I say.

"I know I know. Sachs different."

"Okay good. But I'm not changing my feelings towards him. He's different."

"You'll get to like him."

"Okay."

"I love you daddy. Please say you love me back!"

"I love you darling." I say and hug her tightly.

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