trouble

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Nina's POV

"What are you doing here dad?" I ask almost angry that the father who was so abusive and cruel decided to show up to my house after 6 years of abandonment. I haven't seen him since the car accident when I was 13 he fled the day after. I'm turning 19 in 2 months why is he showing up now.

"Because I miss you sweetheart its been to long" He says going in for a hug but I back away. "You've been gone for 6 years why now how did you even know where I was" i ask confused because I can remember a time back in Louisiana maybe 2 years ago I saw him in a store with a new family he had moved on and I did too.

" I mean your a big influencer now it wasn't hard to find out where you were, I want us to be a family again I miss my daughter" he says with those dark brown eyes that look like mine. But deep down I knew he didn't mean any of it. He wanted something I just didn't know what it was. " Back away from my daughter Cyrus or I will call the police" my mother says pulling into the driveway.

"Don't worry Pam I was just leaving but I'll be back very soon I will be in my daughters life if you like it or not". He got in his car and drove off I ran to my room and cried why would he show up after all these years he was never a good father to me and never a good husband. A few minutes after I came to my room I heard a knock on my door. It was Bryce.

He just hugged me and kept me company his dad was never in his life either but at least he never met his. I just cried on his chest till I fell into a deep sleep. I woke up the next morning with a tear stained face Bryce was asleep so I decided to go shower and get ready for the day. I grabbed my phone so I could play music while I was in the shower and I saw I had a text from an unknown number.

Unknown- meet me at Starbucks on Hollywood in an hour we need to talk - dad

I rolled my eyes at the message and continued to get ready. As I took my shower and I got ready I contemplated going to see my dad or not. Obviously he wants something and whatever it is it isn't good. I got out the bathroom and saw Bryce was awake and on his phone I sat next to him and hugged him. "thanks for comforting me yesterday" I say as he hugs me back and kisses my forehead. "anytime" he replies. I tell him about the text message from my dad and he starts to look worried

"are you gonna go" he asks sounding nervous to hear my answer. " I think so I mean i'm gonna have to talk to him sometime I might as well get it over with" I say pacing back and forth hoping i'm making the right decision. "Well lets go I'm coming with you" he says grabbing his jacket off my computer desk table. " you don't need to come Bryce I'll be fine" I reply second guessing myself. " No way am I letting you deal with him by yourself" he says grabbing my hand and walking out the door.

The ride to Starbucks was silent but it was a comfortable silence. I just kept thinking about the millions of possible things my dad might want. Was it money, food, somewhere to live. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I see we have arrived at Starbucks. We get out of the car and head inside and I search for my father. We saw him sitting at a table smiling at me so we decided to go sit down.

"Hi baby girl" he says going to grab my hand across the table. "who is this?" he asks looking at Bryce with a disturb face. He looked drunk and I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "He's my uh-" i paused not knowing what to call him. "I'm her boyfriend" Bryce adds in moving his arm around my waist. "I see" my dad says with a slight smile. "What do you want dad" I ask getting pretty annoyed because I knew he wasn't interested in my life.

" I just wanted to see you I know I did a lot of wrong things in the past but I've changed" he said trying to sound as honest as he could. " By wrong things do you mean getting drunk and abusive and almost killing me and my mother by going 78 mph down the road when it was only supposed to be 35 we hit a tree dad" I say as a tear slips down my face and Bryce grabs my hand under the table.

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