daddy - j.m

Chapter 25 - What's Wrong?

Madison Lowe.

I quietly snuck out of the room, leaving Smith and Jason behind. I was so relieved that I wouldn't have to tell Jason what actually happened with Blossom and Smith. I was scared that he'd lash out on Smith and I'd be in trouble.

I went to the living room upstairs, walking along my bookshelf. I had so many books to read that I could barely pick one. They all seemed so interesting that I wanted to read them all at once.

One of them stood out to me a bit. It was pink. It was a book about a teenage girl losing herself along with her apartment. It seemed to me that it would be a bit emotional but a bit of a wake up call, not all people has a big mansion or a crazy rich baby daddy. I wanted to read that.

The boys were taking long, longer that it should have taken them to just have a quick talk. Hopefully Jason didn't kill him already and was currently getting rid of the body. Not that I wouldn't really mind, but...

In peace, I started to zone out, feeling the reading bubble grow as I got further down the first page of the book. It was based off of a true story, written by the girl who experienced it. This only made my interest shoot through the roof and I quickly read through the second page as well.

All of sudden, a loud bang echoed through the house as a door was shut closed. "Madison?" Jason yelled loudly. Why was he yelling? Didn't he know that Alyssa was sleeping?

"I'm up here!" I spoke loudly to let him know and right away, I heard loud and quick steps coming higher up the stairs. He looked furious and when he finally spotted me, it was as if someone had a switch button for his facial expression because he looked even more angry, if possible. "Baby, what's wrong?" I smiled. I wanted to do anything to just make him happy.

"What's wrong? Are you really asking me that? Are you smiling? You're fucking sick! I fucking hate you!" My heart dropped for a second from the hurt in his voice. He wasn't just angry, he was deeply hurt. It didn't seem like the greatest mix.

"You don't have any words to defend yourself? Give me a weak attempt, anything! I just wanna hear that you're heartless enough to lie about it too." I stepped forward, wanting to kiss the hurt out of him or just hug him, whatever to make him feel better.

"Don't fucking touch me! You're disgusting!" With that, he slapped me across the cheek and had my head falling to my right. He raised his hand to punch my head in the other direction, successfully achieving that. I cried out in pain.

"Did I even take your virginity? Or was there a thousand guys before me? Seems like you've had a few after me as well." I was confused with everything that happened. From Jason beating me to the floor, feeling the blood rush down my face as I listened to how disgusting I was to seeing someone enter the room to help me out. It was all a blur. A nightmare.

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"Dorinda- Um." I began but didn't bother digging any deeper in my vocabulary because tears were threatening to fall again. "Thank you. Really."

"I would love for you to stay and work this out but I have an order from Mr McCann and you have to leave. It hurts me to do this, please don't hate my guts."

Her telling me that was the last thing on earth that actually hurt me. I understood that it was what she was assigned to do my Mr McCann. "I would never hate you. Thanks for packing this little bag, too. Could be useful."

I entered the kitchen to grab an apple before I left and found Jason and his brother at his table. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jason stood up from his chair. "Huh? Are those yours? Is this your house?" I looked at Alexander, begging for help. He wasn't exactly offering any.

"Fucking twats." I mumbled and walked to the master bedroom. The place where I lost my virginity to him, where we slept in each other's arms every single night and finally shared with our beautiful, beautiful angel. I never thought this day would come where I was asked to leave.

"Come here, baby." I sighed to Alyssa, carefully bringing her out of the crib. My arms were aching from the beating but I managed to get her to the big bed. I began to dress her, pack a bag and doing the same thing for myself.

"What the hell?" Jason came inside the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. "You actually believe you're taking her with you? She's mine."

"Yours? I thought she was ours? Doesn't it take two to have a baby, Jason?"

"Not in our case. We have at least 50 people involved in our mess from what I heard today."

"Will you shut up? I told you that I haven't slept with anyone but you!" I was getting annoyed. "Fine. I'm not gonna start a fight. You can have her for now but I'm allowed to see her whenever I want to. You can't be that heartless to keep your own daughter from her mom."

"Fine, fine. Of course, yeah."

"So you just won't miss me at all? You'll be fine knowing that Blossom and I are probably in danger somewhere? Unprotected?"

He sucked a deep breath in and stepped further into the room. "Baby doll, I'm about to go to the club with my brother and my boys. Look at me. Can't you tell? I'm about to get more pussy than you could ever think of. I'll have more important things on my mind compared to a slutty ex and her sister. Get out of my face."

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"Blossom. We're leaving for something. Just you and I. Come on. Pack a bag quickly."

She stared at me wide open. "Who hit you? Where is Jason? Why didn't he protect you?"

I couldn't explain it and I didn't have an answer. "Ask someone else, baby. Just pack a bag."

I stood there in her doorway and watched her pack her favorite toys. "Not too heavy." I reminded her and she changed her mindset a bit, knowing that it was limited. In the corner of my eye I saw Jason come out the bedroom, fully dressed and ready to party.

"Jason! Come here real quick." He rolled his eyes deeply but actually came over. "Blossom had a question for you earlier. B?" I asked in a sarcastic tone so well hidden that only Jason could notice.

"Oh! Yeah. Why didn't you protect Maddie when she got hit? Isn't that what boyfriends do?" Jason looked at me, took all of my injuries in and let his head drop down.

"I'm not-" He stopped himself but quickly went back to finish the sentence, not giving a crap about Blossom's to be hurt feelings. "I'm not her boyfriend. Blossom, I'm sorry but I-I hit her."