A Million Way's To Love You™∽For All Time∽♥Book 5

∽Chapter 42∽

A/N: Hello my harmony! Looks like thing's are shaking in the family tree! Whether it turns around for the best? You will have to Stay Tuned! Now, I'm getting a little worried Harmony, I don't know if you are really enjoying this book. You have to let me know if I should keep going or stop. It's all up to You. Well you know what to do! Vote and Comment. Remember, I love you... Enjoy the chapter!

∽Chapter 42: Shaking The Family Tree∽

*Marilyn's Point Of View *

Fifteen minutes have passed since Michael went inside to phone our monster's in Florida. Now, that's a long time considering Michael isn't much of a 'talk-over-the-phone' person, therefore I'm very worried right now.

Within my fifteen minutes of waiting for Michael to return, Jordyn and I have doughty evil witches, attended a wonderful tea party posted by Mister Unicorn, and trudged through the juggle gym. Which means, Jordyn is officially worn out and ready for a late afternoon nap before dinner. This also means, I can see what's up with Michael.

"Mommy... I'm tired.", Jordyn yawns, extending her arm's out for a lift to her bedroom; my little lazy bug. I fulfill her wish, lifting her into my arm's as I walk through the living room. Just as I was approaching the staircase, Michael and Bill urgently jog down the stairs. Michael's face is filled with rage and so is Bill's, both men literally have steam streaming through their ears.

Watching the combustion threateningly men, I open my mouth to investigate. "What's going on? Are you two fighting again? ", I assume, shifting Jordyn onto my right hip. My shakes his head. "No...Look, Babygirl. I need you to stay here. Bill and I are going to handle something. Please just stay here. A back up guard is on his way...", Michael stresses, zipping up his charcoal windbreaker.

Bill nods and whips his phone out, calling for someone. Still curious to the urgency presented, I ask again. "Whats going on?", Michael rubs his face then glances at the caramel dozing, tot perched on my right hip. "Can you take her for her nap?", He asks, ignoring my question. I hesitate before reluctantly walking up the stairs, staring back at Michael a few times in between.

Once Jordyn is officially lost in slumber, I peck her forehead and quietly exit her bedroom. Just as I'm descending the staircase, I catch a glimpse of Michael furiously punching a hole into the wall beside him. Honestly, I'm scared. Michael's anger is unpredictable at time's. He can say or do anything.

That's something that I am well aware of as I continue to descend the staircase. Michael has long retrieved his head, swearing to himself. His hand now blooded as he paces back and forth. "Papa...", I speak softly, not wanting to have him snap.

Michael slowly looks at me, his eyes bloodshot; he's been crying. Still trying to configure the situation, I quietly walk up to him and reach for his hand's. "Don't... ", He croaks, snatching his hand's away. "Just... Don't.", He croaks again, turning to privately tend his knuckles. I sigh and ignore his request. "Papa...", I whisper, walking behind him.

He doesn't reply, so I carefully turn his shoulder so that he is facing me. I glance into his glossy, almond eyes before wrapping my arm's around his neck. He won't tell me verbally, but he's hurt and enraged. Whatever happened, I'm silently letting him know that I'm not going anywhere.

After a long minute, he finally responds by desperately wrapping his hand's firmly around my waist. "I'm sorry Babygirl. I swear he'll pay. I'm sorry.", He begins to sob into my neck. I gently stroke his hair, feeling his pain flowing into my heart as well. Now heavy hearted, I find myself sobbing as well. I don't know if it's from confusion or just seeing him seriously in pain.

"Mike. Darell has sicko. Do you want to-", Bill interrupts. He pauses and sighs heavily. "Marilyn I'm so sorry, I swear the bastard will pay. I swear on my grave.", Bill promises, once Michael and I release each other. Pulling myself together, I wipe my eyes and stare at Bill in confusion.