He Saved Me

Chp 31

Mia's POV
I was so frustrated, I threw my ice cream cone at Daddy's head. I don't like talking about these things, but he kept pushing it. I know it wasn't the best move. The ice cream got in his hair, and slowly made it down his face before he caught it. The look in his eyes right after, scared the life out of me. But I wasn't about to let him know I felt scared. I had to keep up the act. I had to pretend I was strong at least. Fake it till you make it?
Next thing I know, I'm being pulled out of the car by my ear. That's when I really knew that I fucked up, because last time Daddy pulled me by my ear was in New York. That was the first and only time he had ever spanked me. To say I was scared would be an understatement. But like I said, I wasn't about to let him know that. "Let me go!" I screamed.
     By now we had made it into the house. He was furious, with ice cream dripping from his curls. He took a napkin out of his pocket and wiped some of it off his face. I kind of just stood there staring at him. I knew I was in trouble but it was funny. If only you could see his face when the ice cream cone landed on his head. He glared down at me, and I quickly wiped that smirk off my face. Here we go.
     "Take off your shoes and go to your room! Don't even think about coming out till I say you can!" he screamed. Now the smart thing to do here, would be to listen to him and get out of his sight. But I was feeling extra rebellious today. I don't know what had gotten into me but, I was tired of always being treated like a baby. I used to be the oldest child in my old family. No one treated my like a baby there. But in this family, I'm the youngest so no one takes me seriously.
     I crossed my arms and stood there daringly. Daddy stared me down with smoke practically coming out of his ears. "Did you not hear what I said?" he asked angrily. I rolled my eyes and walked towards the kitchen, with my shoes still on my feet. Before I could make it in there, I felt my arm being grabbed. Daddy pulled me back in front of him and turned me around. "I'm giving you one last chance little girl! Get your butt up the stairs! And take those damn shoes off!" he yelled.
     I heard footsteps behind me, and saw Paris and Prince staring at us. Great. Now I had a show to put on. It's one thing to be weak in front of Daddy, but I don't want my siblings to think I'm a baby too. I pulled my arm out of his grip and yelled, "NO!" in his face. Bad move. Daddy turned me around, and gave me 4 hard smacks. The tears have officially made its entrance. Defeated and embarrassed, I now realized how far I had taken this whole situation.
     "I've had it with your attitude today! I gave you a chance but you don't know when to stop! I don't care how angry you got at the question I asked in the car, THIS is not how you act little girl! And for the millionth time, when I ask you to do something, DO IT! I didn't ask you for a debate! You don't ask questions or argue, you just do it! I'm the father and you're the child! YOU listen to ME!! And another thing, don't you EVER, throw something at me again! Or I swear Mia, the next time it will be a belt! Do you understand?!" Daddy lectured. I stood there sobbing as he yelled his head off at me. I never seen him so mad. I was unable to find my voice.
     "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!!" he yelled even louder this time. I flinched and started to hysterically cry. I managed to nod my head yes before he yelled at me again. "Now go to your room, and stay there!" he yelled. He turned me around and smacked me one more time, sending me on my way up the stairs. I ran past Prince and Paris, feeling embarrassed. My plan definitely backfired. Not only did I seem like I was weak like a little child, now I was sobbing like a little child too.
     I ran into my room and jumped into my bed. I don't really spend that much time in here, since I sleep with Daddy in his room. But all my stuff is still in this room. I cried into the pillow till I exhausted myself. I knew it was my fault. I could've very easily avoided all of this. But no one gets how I feel. I love Daddy and my new family, I really do. But it's hard to go from the oldest to the youngest. Nobody in this house takes me seriously.
     I don't like talking about that incident with my old mom that landed me in the hospital. I never told Daddy any details because, I just don't like revisiting it. I revisit it enough times in my dreams as it is. Almost every other night, I have a nightmare about it. Verbalizing what happened that night, only makes it feel more real. Daddy can get mad at me, yell at me, hell even spank me. But it will still never be as painful and traumatizing as what my old mom used to do. I wish Daddy understood why I don't talking about it.
     I eventually fell asleep from all that crying. I was awakened by Daddy. My room was now kind of dark, except for the light coming in from the hallway. Daddy was no longer in the clothes he wore out. He was wearing his red pajamas with a white V-neck. His curls were pulled back into a ponytail. "Wake up Mia," he said gently. "It's time for dinner. You've been sleeping for a while."

Michael's POV
     God I was livid. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a disrespectful child. Especially when it's my child. I make it a point to make sure my children have manners are kind no matter what. But Mia, pushed all my buttons today. She had escalated the situation so much, I had no choice but to give her bum a few smacks. I hated doing that. But she needs to get herself together. She can't always have her way. The sooner she learns that, the better it is.
     Mia finally went to her room. I showered quick, getting all the stickiness out my hair. Listen, with curls like mine, that ain't an easy task. I went downstairs and found Prince and Paris watching a movie. I made some popcorn and joined them. It's fun spending time with my older two. It's like they're adults now, its a strange feeling but a good one. I see so much of myself in both of them. Eventually Blanket joined us too. We talked for hours about various things. "Daddy where's Mia?" asked Blanket. He had missed our little battle earlier.
     "She's in her room," I answered. I had peeked in earlier to see if she was okay. I was pretty strict with her earlier. I found her asleep, so I didn't bother going on in. I wanted her to sleep all that frustration off I guess.
     "I'll go get her. I don't want her to feel left out," Blanket said as he's about to get off the couch.
     "No she's on punishment right now. But it was sweet of you to think of her Blanket," I said gently. I looked at the time and realized it was time to prepare dinner. I quickly popped some fish in the oven with some sides. Once dinner was prepared, I decided to let Mia join us. Hopefully, all this time in her room calmed her down. I really hope she's ready to behave. I walked into her room and found her still asleep. And she was still wearing her shoes. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. When will this girl learn?
     I went closer to her bed, and took off her shoes. I went near her face and noticed that the pillow was wet, along with her face. She probably cried herself to sleep. As angry as I was, that did make me feel bad. The thought of her being in her room alone, and crying to the point of exhaustion. I tried to shake that feeling off because, I knew I had to be strict with her sometimes. It's my job. I gently nudged her, trying to wake her up. "Wake up Mia," I whispered.
     Her eyes slowly opened, as she scanned her surroundings. "It's time for dinner. You've been sleeping for a while," I said. She sat up, looking confused. She held her arms out, wanting me to hold her. She had a little pout, remembering everything that happened earlier today. My heart melted, and I could no longer be stiff. I pulled her on to my lap and wrapped my arms around her. One hand on the back of her head, and with my lips pressed against her forehead, I rocked her back and forth. I swear I feel closer to God when I hold my children like this. There is nothing in the world that I like more than being their father, no matter how crazy they make me.