The Alpha's Angel

A Night Out

[Warning: long chapter (I did it for you guys;))]

The air rushed passed me as I swung high on the old swing set. I kicked my feet in the air as I swung downward. Wind rushed behind me as I swung down and I was pushed back upward again. I giggled and laughed as I was being swung back and forth on the swing. I turn my head to the left to see my daddy smiling happily at me, carefully pushing me. He smiles at me as I smile back. I turn back around and giggle. As I was being pushed up I wasn't paying attention to the grip on my hands. I was suddenly in the grass with a burning sensation on my elbow. The stinging started to feel worse and I began to cry. My father had came running and picked me up. He sat down under me and put me in his lap and tried comforting me.

"Shhhh, it's alright princess, it's ok." He says soothingly. I calm down enough that I start to hiccup and sniffle a couple tears.

"Let me see." He asks. I raise my elbow up to his face, hoping he could fix it. He raises his fingers and lightly touches the grass burn on my elbow. I yelp in pain my daddy pulls back his hand. His face showed a bit of guilt as if he caused it.

"Why did you let go of the swing?" He asks, curious for my answer.

"It was an accident daddy!" I yelled, scared I would get in trouble. Sorrow fell in his eyes.

"It's ok, princess. It's ok." He says, caressing my cheek. He catches the tear running down my face. He then holds me close while he rubs my back. I sob into his chest as the pain kept burning. He sits me up and catches another tear. I sniffle.

"Let's get you inside to get you cleaned up." He says. I nod and let him carry me back to the house.......

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I didn't realize I was crying until I felt Jack's thumb wiping a tear off my cheek. I was now sitting on the side of the bed tears coming down my face.

That's not my father.

That was so long ago and now look at him.

He wasn't the same.

He hadn't gotten any older, he had this cold and evil feeling to him. He wasn't the same happy father he was 13 years ago.

Another tear slipped down my face.

How could he come back after so long?

More tears came streaming down. I put my face in my hands and let out a couple sobs.

Why is he here? What does he want from me?

Jack catches the tears with his shirt as he wraps his arms around me. I froze, not able to move. I realized, then, that he was the reason I was crying. He should have told me sooner! Not the fact he was coming after me but the fact he was my father! I pushed away from him. His face showed pure curiosity. I sat their, not knowing what to do next and the unthinkable happened. I slapped him.

His face had a bright red hand mark. His face showed pure shock. I thought that was a bit to much but him not telling me about my father made up for it. I got up and ran out the door, not daring to look back. I slowly started to walk when I knew I was far enough from his room. I kept my head down, ignoring peoples questioning stares. I was so done with this place, I knew there was no place to go, not even home! But I still wanted to leave, to go anywhere but here. I saw the kitchen on my right and decided to go in there. I walked to the marble bar counter and sat on the black stool. I put my elbows on the counter and my face in my hands, wishing this could be over. I heard the pit patter of Cody's paws come into the kitchen and his warm body lay beside my feet. I didn't even know he was following me. I guess I was to caught up in my thoughts that I didn't even know he was there. I sigh a sad sigh and lay my head on the counter, my hair everywhere. I heard someone walk into the kitchen and come to a halt.