A little over two weeks...
Your POV
I was once again sitting in my dad's house about to go off yet again. My nerves were bad, I was hungry and I was sleepy. My mom and dad were going at it. Janelle and Nathan were going at it. Syd and Lawrence were going at it and I was losing it.
"Shut the fuck up already," I yelled making them all stop.
"Nathan is a piece of shit, Lawrence is a piece of shit and momma is a piece of shit. I don't get why I need to be here for y'all to see that."
"We wanted to figure something. How could you know all of this and not say anything?" Syd asked.
"Because everything has to be about you, Nathan and momma anyways. Only reason I knew about Nathan beating Justice was because she told me and I saw her bruises when I gave her a bath. She begged me not to tell because she didn't want him to hurt Janelle. Lawrence is an obvious cheater. I heard one of his phone calls with your friend. You knew what momma had said and done, but never helped but I've covered for you so many times and you've never had my back. Only good people in any of these situations are dad and Janelle. I wouldn't care if we never spoke again honestly. It wouldn't hurt me at all. I'd say I hate you, but grandpa would be mad at me for using that word," I told them.
"Hey, go step outside and cool off," Janelle said rubbing my arm. I walked outside and sat on the porch swing with Justice.
"Baby girl, what are you doing out here?" I asked her and she just hugged me. She cried in my arms.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"Why doesn't daddy love me? I'm good. I always listen. I keep everything clean and he still doesn't love me," she sobbed breaking my heart.
"Your dad is just a stupid asshole. He gets that shit from grandma. He doesn't know that he has such a wonderful and beautiful daughter. That's his lost, but you know what?"
"What, auntie?" she asked looking up at me.
"I know your mom knows how much of a wonderful daughter you are. Grandpa knows and I know. We love you so much and there's no limit to that love, baby, but I'm sure I love you the most."
"I love you more, Auntie," she said resting her head on my chest as we swung on the swing. I guess the movements had put her to sleep because she was knocked out. I stayed out there for a few hours and even watched the sunset. I got up carefully with her in my arms and went back inside. I sat on the living room sofa and stared at the blank tv.
"Y/N, you alright?" my dad asked.
"Yeah, I'm good."
"Why don't you go put her in your bed?"
"I wanna hold her," I replied feeling myself about to cry.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked me.
"She asked me why doesn't her dad love her. She said the same thing I said. 'I'm good. I always listen. I keep everything clean and she still doesn't love me.' I felt her pain way too much." I replied leaning my head back against the sofa, "it was always a question that I had asked myself. I wanted her to love me so bad. I wanted her to treat me like she treated Syd and Nathan. I wanted her to hug me when I was sad, but she never did," I said and I felt Justice starting to wake up. She sat up and stretched.
"You slept good, baby?" I asked her as I rubbed her back. She smiled and nodded.
"You okay?" she asked and I nodded.
"Wanna help me work on a project?" I asked her and she nodded. I stood up with Justice still attached to me and went in the kitchen where Janelle was sitting.
