[Completed✔] ❝I can't look at you while you're like this.❞ Bianca has hidden her rough past from her two teenage daughters who are hot on the trail to uncovering who their real father truly is. Delia and Macy stumble across a whirlwind of secrets wh...
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December 17th, 2011. 7:05 P.M.
After all she had been through at their age, Bianca didn't understand when it happened. She couldn't believe that she was the bad one, she didn't know how she could possibly be the parent that her kids couldn't come to when they needed too. Most of all she couldn't come to terms that Dallas had reentered her life, and transformed himself into the good guy without even trying.
She sped down the city streets, it got so dark out early at this time of the year. Bianca didn't care that the road was freezing over, she didn't care that she was speeding nearly twice the legal amount or that she was swerving in and out of lanes. All she cared about was bringing her daughter home.
With full beamed lights, Bianca gripped the steering wheel tight, turning down his street. Macy had told her the address, and it didn't surprise her that he lived close by. She suddenly wondered how they haven't ran into each other all these years, but then remembered how large the neighbourhood was, a long contrast to the one they grew up in.
The tires squeal to a halt outside, Bianca pounced from the car and hurried up the driving way. She didn't even bother to check the house number, instead marched straight for the door and bashed her fist against it. It didn't take long for a half drained Dallas to open up, and for Bianca to barge through past him, "Where is she!?"
Dallas backed against the archway, "Bianca?" he said trying to get her attention. She began searching through the house frantic, clearly distraught, "Get out of my way!" Bianca ordered, her anxiety growing more and more with every corner searched. Dallas managed to stop her, "She's in the back room." he nudged his head down the hallway to a room.
Delia stared at the blank ceiling in the spare room. She thought over the past, and prepared her mind for the future. A baby was going to hinder her entire life, and she knew it. Delia sat up, scrunching the bed sheets when she heard two voices from the lounge room and footsteps coming in her direction.
Bianca gently twisted the handle, "Delia?" she muttered. When Bianca came across Delia, an vaguely familiar image passed her mind, one of her at the exact same age, in the exact same state.
She might've looked a lot like her father, but Delia had something in her that Bianca couldn't quite place which reminded her of herself. Sometimes it scared her how alike her daughters were to them, although she was thankful they grew up differently.
"Mom I can explain." Delia went straight into defence mode, which ended with Bianca stopping her. "I don't want you to think you can't tell me things. I don't want to be that guy." she dipped down on the mattress.
Bianca leant her unsteady hands into her lap, she felt like she was the one who was seventeen and pregnant again. She cleared her throat, "I think it's time to tell you about Dallas and I." Delia nodded eager to hear it, so Bianca came out.
"So, without too much detail before aunt Amy and uncle Steve got married I ran away with your father. On the way we got into a bunch of trouble when he was forced to kill a homeless man in defence after he tried to attack us. The two of us freaked out, and went on the run from the law for a few months."
Delia's mouth dropped, "Like criminals?" she asked wide eyed.
"Yup. I ended up getting pregnant with him but I hid it until it was too late. We were caught, Dallas took the fall and went to jail. While he did, I fled and took the everything we had. I was young, seventeen and stupid, I ended up marrying Paul."
"You hate him that much?" Delia hung her head down, "I mean after all he did for you?" she asked. Bianca sighed, Delia didn't quite understand so she had to kick it up a notch.
"All I wanted was to love him. He got addicted to hard substances and it escalated from there. You must know he was an completely different person from who I grew up with, more selfish than before. Dallas had raised me from a young age, he was the only one there for me. I spent half my life with him and the other with Paul."
"He changed mom. I wish you'd except that and let us meet him." Delia informed her mother.
"You met him once with Loanne. Paul was there and let you take a photo, he made Dallas swear not to tell you who he was. He just wanted a photo, you were around eleven. Our history is complicated, I mean we used to rob stores and get into all sorts of trouble as kids. I thought he was dangerous." Bianca studied the room, realising this conversation could continue at home, "You'd better get packed. I'll meet you out front."
