^pic of Skylar and Lucas's dad above
Skylar and Lucas's dad's pov:
I was on my way home from work, but I got call from my daughter crying telling me to pick her up and that she wants to live with me and of course I said yes.I would do anything to see my daughter and I can tell she needs me, so I'll be there. It makes me happy to know she could come to me with her problems. It shows im someone really important in her life.
After a 3 hours drive, I arrive at the house that used to be my home before the divorce. It all looks the same and feels the same. I can feel memories coming into my head.
When I used to live here, I was more close to Skylar then anyone. We used to do everything together. I was her bestfriend and she was mine.
Before Skylar was born, I have always wanted a daughter and then one day we had one. My wish had came true and I will never forget that day till the day I die.
However, when I moved out, me and Skylar slowly drifted apart. I miss having that connection and having her around.
I snap out of my thoughts when I see my daughter run and throw her bags into the car and quickly got in. I know she's been crying by looking at her puffy red eyes. I dont question her because I know she'll tell me what happened when she's ready and I'm willing to wait.
We got to my house and she was asleep in the car. She looked adorable and I missed her so much. I slowly woke her up and told her to go to bed in the bedroom she usually stays in. She nods and makes her way to her room, while I grab her bags and put them in her bedroom. I wish her goodnight and head to my room with a huge smile knowing my princess is with me. Yes, I'm one of those dads that call their baby daughter princess.
Next morning
I wake up and get ready and make breakfast for me and Skylar. I made pancakes and put syrup on both of them with some fruits on top, knowing she loves her pancakes.After a few minutes, my little princess came down yawning and her eyes brightened when she sees the pancakes.
Her smile can brighten any room she walks into. I couldn't help, but smile back.
By the way I know my daughter is not little, but she'll always be my little girl.
Omg, she finished her pancakes in seconds. I wash the dishes and tell her to get ready because im taking her shopping. I haven't spent a lot of time with my daughter after the divorce and I dont have work today, so shopping and time spending with my daughter it is.
We got to the mall and already bought so much clothes and she said she was happy to finally get clothes that were more of her style, which I found weird. Maybe im thinking to much into it. Her mother probably wants her to cover up and worries about boys right? Yeah I think thats right. It has to be.
We went into another shop and she saw a jacket she likes. I told her to take her jacket off and try it on. She hesitantly took off her jacket and I saw bruises all over her arm and I got angry.
I asked her if her brother and her mother knew about this and she nodded. I felt disgusted her brother and mother knew about this and didn't do anything about it. I was so angry. Skylar tried calming me down by saying she was used to it and it didn't hurt, but that made me more angry.
What does she mean it didn't hurt? That means it has happened a lot before for her to get used to it. I managed to control my anger not wanting to scare Skylar.
You see I haven't seen Skylar or Lucas in a while. I tried fighting for custody, but I lost and I only see them in the holidays and after not seeing them in a while I see my daughter covered in bruises.
We got home and Skylar told me everything that happened about the bullying at school, about her mother and brother and I hated how they treated her. I cant believe I married someone like that women they call mother and had a son who behaved like that, but now I have Skylar under my watch. I will protect her. Im not going to allow anything to hurt her and thats a promise...
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