Once An Angel

::Mommy Issues::

       {°Edited°}    
               ::Davina's POV::

     I walk into Emmy's room to see her laying in her bed coloring. She looks up from her page and smiles at me. It's not her usual smile, it's more dull and almost forced. She went out for an hour with Kole to the park since the backyard isn't safe at all anymore until they find out how the gun was planted.
    "How are you?" I ask, sitting down and looking at the colored page that's full of colors.
    "I'm fine," she says. I play with her hair, watching as she glides the yellow marker across the page. She looks so at peace right now; I wish I could relate. Last night was one where Sin didn't come to bed, so I slept in the bedroom that was originally gave to me. As comfortable as the bed was, I would have much rather had him beside me.
    "I'm okay," she mumbles. Something in me tells she isn't. I don't want to push her into telling, but I also feel the need to know.
    "I know something wrong. You can tell me what it is. We're friends, remember?" I tell her. She sits up and looks at me with sad eyes. I've never seen such a young child look so sad.
    "At the park earlier, there was a women," she says. I nod, waiting for her to continue impatiently. "She said she was mommy." A small gasp escapes my lips. I've never heard anyone speak of her and she seems to not be in the picture at all.
   "Did you tell your daddy?" I ask, listening to my heart beat in my chest.
    "No, the women told me not to," she explains. I release a deep breath and get up.
    "I'm gonna go down stairs, do you want anything?" I ask. She shakes her head and returns to her paper. She's so innocent as the situation it's sad. The fact that women had the audacity to tell her not to tell her father about seeing her, but saying she's her mother disgusts me. I've never felt so much anger until now.
     I rush down the hall, praying Sin is sitting somewhere in the living area alone so I can tell him about this. I don't want to get involved in his baby momma drama, but I care about Emmy. I spot him outside on the swings he has for Emmy. 
    Opening the screen door, he looks up from being oddly focused on the grass. He gives me a bright smile, but it fades once he notices the serious expression in my face.
    "What's wrong?" He asks, shooting up from the swing and towering over me. I wish he could have stayed sitting; it would make me feel less intimidated. Grabbing him by the shoulders, I make him sit back down on the swing.
     "I need you sitting for this," I tell him. He stays put, looking just as anxious as I feel. He's always so closed off with showing his emotions and the ones he does show he tries to deny; so I wonder why he's being so open about how he feels now. "I was just in the room with Emmy to see how she was-"
    "Is she okay? Is she sick?" He asks, trying to stand again to get to her. I force him back down.
    "She's not sick and she's fine," I say. "I noticed something was wrong, so I questioned her on it. I know it's not my place to pester her, but I could tell by her eyes something was wrong," I explain, hoping he won't get mad at me for trying to help. I might be crossing a line, and I don't want to ruin what's just begun with him and I. "She told me that when she went to the park with Kole there was a women who spoke to her; she told her she's her mom." 
     All color from his face visibly fades and he looks as if he's became gravely ill in seconds. I'm expecting him to get up and rush to her room, but he stays put on the swing, his broad shoulders slumped with his head down as if he's disappointed in himself.
    "Why wouldn't she tell me? Emmy wouldn't not tell me something like this," he says, his voice raising. I can now tell that the anger is rising and because I'm closest I'm gonna be the one to take the blows. "I'm not saying you're lying to me, it's just very hard to believe she wouldn't tell me if some women came up to her and said she was her mother."
     I try and not be so obviously about how uncomfortable and nervous I feel about now being in the middle of this. "The women, her mother, told her not to tell you. You know how she is with keeping her word."
    He stands up, his tattooed fists clenched at his sides. "I'm gonna go talk to her," he says. I grab him arm before he can walk pass me.
    "You can't just bombard her with twenty questions. It was hard enough for her to tell me. Be easy on her," I tell him.
    "Don't tell me how to speak to my daughter," he snaps before brushing pass me and walking into the house.
    
   AN: Shits about to go down. Sorry this was so short, but I'm trying my best to update my stories with so much studying for my finals, so it's hard. Honestly though, writing is the only way I'm able to relax and it's been hard to do, so in trying to do it more.
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