Holy Angel

68. Family Drama

David Anderson
Summerville, South Carolina

He sat in the in the living-room and waited for Miya and Mason to come down the stairs so they could get a jump start to their day.

David didn't mind though. He needed to wrap his head around what he saw last night. David couldn't believe his eyes at first, but that's when it clicked. Back in Chicago, in his office, he really did see his wife. There was no if ands about it. She fooled him at first, but now he was relieved that his hallucinations wasn't what it was.

He needed to know why. Why would the love of his life do this to him? He gave her any and everything she ever imagined and to know that she fooled him for years weighed heavily on him. And to know that she kept his daughter away from him and raised her, but left Miya to him, bugged him. Miya has to deal with both him and the death of her mother, but for her to find out that her mother was lying to her for nine straight years cut him deep. The one thing he has never done to Miya was lie to her, and he has done some very fucked up things to his daughter, but lying? He could never and would never.

He rested his chin on his balled up fist and sighed heavily. He prayed heavily that when he saw Marie that he don't blow up on her.

David can admit to the infidelity he did to her and the way he tried to scare her off was absolutely wrong. He regretted that part of his life and wished that he could take it all back. An innocent life, that he wasn't married to, that decided to play 'switch at birth' died.

His head snapped up to the ceiling as he heard things crashing onto the floor. He slowly stood to his feet, but didn't hear any kind of yelling. Feeling his stomach churn, David fixed his suit jacket and walked outside onto the porch. He knew exactly what was going on and didn't want to be in the same house as it happened.

David sat on the porch swing and stared out into the open street. His old house, the one that he shared with both Marie and Miya, was only down the street. It pained him that he was this close to his old home, better yet it killed him that he was even back in South Carolina.

Ever since that night, he vowed to never come back, but look at him. Running back to a place where he's no longer wanted and sadly didn't give not one rats ass about. He was here to face one person and one person only. Marie.

David didn't give a shit about his youngest daughter, this didn't concern her not one bit. In his spare time he'll reach out to her to try to build a relationship with her, but as for him dropping everything to give her all that Miya has is a big hell the fuck no. Will be put her in his will? He'd have to see, but he knew that he couldn't drop everything to make her and Miya equal. Never.

He sat there for almost an hour before Miya came peaking her head out the front door. David looked at her and shook his head as she smiled at him.

"You made me clean up your throw up, and sit here for almost two hours." David stood to his feet.

"Well, I see that you changed your suit." She tooted her lip as she changed the subject.

"You threw up on my jacket Miya. Did you expect me to continue wearing a filthy suit?" He arched his brow at her.

"No, but I expected you to change into some comfortable clothes and not look as though you're about to hop on the next flight to a business meeting." She stepped on the porch swearing biker shorts, a large t-shirt that was slightly tucked into the side and some bulky sneakers.

"What kind of shoes do you have on Miya?" He looked at her shoes in disgust. What kind of shoes have big ass pieces of fake jewels across them?