My Hateful Baby's Daddy

Chapter two

I froze.
"Which man baby!?" I ask. Chanting a prayer to God that it isn't Malcolm. But the odds were against me. Molly pointed him. And his stare was accusing and disgusted. Clearly he thought so lightly of me. He still hated me for the lie that was told against me that he chose not to investigate.
"No baby, he isn't my king. He is a bad man that broke mommy's heart." I didn't even realise I told her the truth until after I spoke. "Come on baby, lets get out of here." I take her into my arms and rush out the mall to my car.
By the time we got home, Molly was all excited about wearing her new princess gown.
I put the radio on and we sang at the way home. I just wasn't in the best emotional state to answer Molly's questions at all. And she can ask demanding questions when she put her mind to it.
In an hour's time we were done getting ready for the party. We had our pretty pink princess cut gowns and masks on. Our ginger hair curled and left hanging down our shoulders. Yeah I know, way overboard. Molly loved doing everything I do so I just have to suck it up and be her twin.
"Okay big girl, let's go." I smile at her and grab her small hand.
  The drive to the ball was fun. Molly was jolly and excited about the party, she was jumping up and down on her seat, impatient to get there. As always,  I used the back entrance to protect Molly from the paparazzi. The hall was very beautifully decorated. With a variety of colours all mixed together to make it homely and welcoming. A few people had already arived and they were all talking among themselves. As I said before, this function is a fund raser for the Marie-Anne orphanage.  I organised it to raise funds for the vulnerable children that leave there.
  As I was about to go get Molly some juice and a cup cake, Sister Margaret came rushing to me and engulfed me into a bare hug.
  "Thank you so much Hannah. This ball will really mean a lot to the orphanage." She whispered with a small trembling voice.
  "Ohh Mother. It okay. I want to help too. That orphanage raised me." I was getting emotional.
  "I know." Sister Margaret kissed my left cheek softly before releasing me, "But I am still thankful." She smilled sweetly. "Hey Moopy." She bend to give Molly a kiss, she replicated it with a toothy grin.
  "I will see you later,  I have some last touches to do." Sister Margaret said as she walked off. She looked very pretty today, she had a nice aura of happiness around her. I am happy she is happy. Sister Margaret raised me like her own child and I will always be thankful for that. I was a very fragile child while growing up. Very thin and bullied.  But she moulded courage and strength for me. She made me realise how strong I am and how much my strength can help me fight against the bulling. I love her like I would my own mother. If only she were here.
  You see, I never knew my parents, but I ws told that my mother had died right after giving birth to me. She was alone and no one knew where she came from. So this means I have no information on my dad.
  I felt a tug at my dress, shaking my head to clear my head off such depressing thoughts,  I squat infront of Molly and smile.
  "Mommy are you okay?" Molly says with a small voice, her eyes searching and serious.
  "Yes baby, I am absolutely fine." I tickle her just to force a laugh out of her. She laughs loudly and tries to flee from my sweet torture.
  "Do you want to try some cupcake?" She asks, making puppy eyes that she knows will get through me.
  "Hmmmm!! Yes."
  "Yeahhhh!!" She happy danced, I raised my palm and she high fived me.
  "Come on then," I stand and hold her hand so we can walk to the tables holding lots and lots of food.

The party was fun and lively,  the auctions went well and the food was delicious. Molly ate her fill. Right now we were burning the calories by dancing our hearts out. And I must say, my daughter is a great dancer. The dance classes she goes to are doing her good.
  Our dance did not last long though, Sister Margaret came and stole Molly from me with some lame excuse that I should meet new people, and by that she meant men. Left alone now, I headed to the balcony to get some fresh air, but I did not get very far, a hand grabbed  my wrist in a vice grip. What the fuck? I turn agrily at person only to freeze.  Malcolm Greene!
  "What?" I spat at him agrily.
  "So you have a child?" He says with a chilly voice that sends a shiver down my spine.
  "Yes. You got something to say?" I reciprocate with just as cold a voice, pulling my hand from his grip and standing a few steos from him. His scent was driving me nuts. I can't believe that he still has thus effect on me. It cant be. I have to get away from him, his presence was just too much. I can't think straight. No! No! Spruce it uo girl, you got this. This asshole should not have an effect on you. No.
  "Ohh yes, I do," he replied sarcastically,  "Was whoring around fun? See how sad the reparations are? You have a bastard child."
  "How dare you call my child a bastard?" I spat agrily,  I can take being insulted and mocked but I have no patience for a person mocking my child,  insulting her and calling her names. I definitely cannot stand here and listen to Malcolm insult my child. Never!
  Before I could atter another word, Malcolm grabbed my hand and dragged me to the balcony. I tried to ger his hand off me but to no avail. I did not want to be alone with him. The though alone was giving me symptoms of a panic attack! I did not want him to know that Molly was his child. No, I can't let that happen.
  "I dare because I can." He hisses after releasing my hand once we were in the balcony, "I thought I told you not to show your face to me?"
"Then you should not have come to a ball organised by me." I retort in irritation. Who the fuck did this man think he was? A god? Ohh! He is messing with the wrong girl if he thinks I will bow down to him and his nasty ass demands. I have a child to protect now and I will not be brought down.
  "Tell me, who is your child's father? I am sure he doesn't live with you, not wanting to be around a person who sucks off energy from other like you, " he was being brutal. He wanted to break me down, he wanted to make me loose my temper so I could do something reckless.
  "He is an asswhole who does not deserve to be a part of us." I reply coldly. "What the hell do you want from me you asswhole?" I hiss through clenched teeth. I was loosing my mind. Malcolm was standing very close to me and I could smell his intoxicating cologne with evet breath I took, I could see his adam's apple every time he spoke.
  "Nothing really, just to know why you never told me that you were seing someone when we were dating." He is dead serious and unsmiling. 
  "What the hell do you think of me?" I ask agrily, "Don't answer that, clearly not much."
"So who is the father ti that child?" This time Malcolm is irritated as he is cold. But that is not my concern, my concern is that I get out of that balcony. This conversation was not going good, I was on the verge of telling Malcolm he is Molly's father which is the last thing I want.
  Quickly,  I dart for the door but Malcolm grabs my hand again. I desperately try to get him to release my hand my he only tightens his hold.   "Let go of me Malcolm." I say in a half groan, half hiss. I was loosing it. "I said let me go."
  "No, answer my question first,  who is he?" He hisses too, clearly very angry as well. His face was set in determination and I knee I was up for a big fight. Oh my God!
  "It is none of your business." I hiss in irritation. How dare he demand such information off me.
  "Oh it is, when my ex girlfriend appears with a child as old as the time we were apart, that is my business." He says, giving me weird look, I could see the screws turning in his head, he was about to figure it out. No. This can't happen.  I quickly thrust my hand from his grip and try to rush to the ballroom again but he grabbed my waist. Oh My God. My brain and body fronze. Blood was pulsing through my body, making me hot and cold at the same time, my heart was beating at ten miles an hour.
  "Let go of me," I could hear the fear and despeiin my voice. It disgusted me. Lucky enough,  Malcolm let me go. I ran out the balcony like mu ass was on fire.
  I was still pretty shaken when I got to where sister Margaret and Molly were sitting, talking about princess Sofia dresses. I took a deep breath to control my emotions and hide them from Molly. I did not want her to know that I met her father and that I did not want him to know that she is his child.
  "Hey big girl!" I smile sweetly when I reach them.
  "Hey mommy," she says tiredly, she looked tired.
  "Are you ready to go home?" I say, reaching over to take her in my arms. She just nodded and put her head on my shoulder, suckling her thump.
  "Okay baby, lets go home." I say softly, giving her a small kiss on the head.
  "Bye Mother, I had a fun time." I smile at Sister Margaret and then preceed to the back door to leave. But the door, Malcolm was waiting for me. I could see the determination on his face, I almost wanted to turn and use another exit. But did not want to expose my child to the paparazzi so I just suck it up and went to the door, totaly ignoring him.
But he stopped me. "Know this Hannah, I am going to find the truth, and I hope it will satisfy me or ther will be serious consequences,  mark my words."