The Help~(Completed♡)

Mother Dearest

Zaylee's P.O.V.

"You need to leave.", daddy said firmly. I stepped into the kitchen.

"No. I live here. I made a mistake Braxton. Yell at me, hit me, whatever. I'm not leaving."

"Vila I will call security. I'm not going to hit you and I'm done yelling at you. You fucking broke me. You need to leave, now. I'm not telling you again."

"Zaylee?", she asked, looking past daddy to me, "Do you want me to leave?" Daddy turned around, only now realizing I was in the room.

"Why would I want you to stay?", I whispered, "You chose another man over your family."

"No I didn't-"

"Yes, you did. You didn't think about me or daddy or our family. You only thought about yourself. You only ever think about yourself."

"That's not true. I love you-"

"Bullshit! If you fucking loved me you wouldn't have ruined our family!"

"Zaylee!", daddy scolded, "Go to Blake's, now."

"No! This is my fight too! She hurt both of us! I never want to see you again. Get out of our home.", I snapped. She sighed, turning and leaving as daddy was in front of me in two steps,

"If you are not out that door on your way to Blake's in the next three seconds you'll be answering to my belt young lady.", he said sternly, "I understand and agree that this is your fight as well but not right now. I need to talk to her and figure out what to do and I need you somewhere safe where you won't eavesdrop. If you're not there in two minutes Blake is coming to find you and he'll bust your ass too."

"But-" I was quickly bent over the counter,

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.

He pulled me back up,

"Go, now."

"Fine."

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Gabe sighed,

"Why have you been acting out like this?"

"If he's mad at me, he's not sad about her. I'd rather him hate me then be sad."

"Who?", daddy asked coming in.

"A-A friend I told off about his girlfriend.", I lied.

"Oh. That's sweet love but you shouldn't put other people's happiness before your mental health." I shrugged,

"I'm fine." He sighed, kissing my head and leaving. Gabe looked to me again,

"Why don't you just talk to him?" I shrugged. "Zay, you can tell me." I hesitated,

"If mom left because of me, he could too. At least if I make him hate me first, it'll be easier."

"No it wouldn't."

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"I'm done with this Zaylee.", daddy said looking across the couch at me, "I'm done with us not communicating. Why have you been acting lile this? What's going on?" I hesitated,

"N-Nothing."

"Don't fucking lie to me Zaylee. You-You can tell me.", he said softly.

"If-If you're mad at me, you're not sad about her." He froze,

"You-You were talking about me yesterday?" I nodded a little. "Baby, it's not your job to make sure I'm not sad. And I'm not. She hurt us, I was angry, now I'm done."