The Preachers Daughter

Chapter Twenty-Six

I hadn't been back to the shop since my abrupt kidnapping and I know as a business woman it's something I should be concerned about. I just can't bring myself to step foot in there. Having the constant flashbacks of Zoie looking at me with pleading eyes. Knowing that it was a possibility that she could get hurt. Donnie would hate me forever and I'll never be able to forgive myself. If the rolls were reversed and it was Drew's life on the line, I definitely wouldn't be able to forgive him.

Drew hadn't said much about his feelings towards Zy'air deciding to leave. I'm guessing at this point he's used to everyone walking out on him. Which, if you think about it, can mentally fuck him up completely. I keep telling myself to ask him is he okay but a part of me feels like if I bring attention to it, it'll go bad. He'll come to me eventually, he always does. At least I hope he does.

I smoothed out my dress as I stepped out of my car and made my way towards Donnie's front door. He had been blowing up my phone asking me what was going on and why he hadn't heard from me. I of course lied and blamed it on my parents death. I figured because he didn't mention anything about Zoie being harmed at the shop that she did the right thing by keeping her mouth closed. I'm still keeping to my motto of separating my street life from my home life. No point of getting everything tied together. It'll only just mess up things the way it messed up my parents.

I honestly hadn't thought much about them dying. Maybe it was because Earole confessed to the murder, giving me the initial closure that I needed. They both knew the type of life they started and they knew death was knocking at their door. It was going to happen regardless of the changes they claim to have made because of me to keep me safe. All they did was push me towards what they were trying to keep me from. I guess when it's in your blood your can't run from it.

I knocked on the door lightly and waited for him to answer. I thought maybe he would've given me a key to his place like he has a key to mine but that never happened. I thought it would be best since technically we were still engaged. I thought a conversation about us moving in together would happen as well but that was never brought up. I sit at home stressed about my secrets but it seemed to me Donnie had some secrets of his own. And knowing the type of person I am, I was definitely going to find out.

After patiently waiting longer than I felt I needed to, Donnie finally answered the door. It was something in his eyes that told me he was getting caught doing something he knew he shouldn't have but I decided not to speak on it. He gave me a smile and pulled me into a tight embrace that I almost had to force myself to reciprocate. He pulled away from me and kissed my lips.

"Hey baby, I've missed you".

Sure you have. "I missed you too".

"Why didn't you let me know you were coming?"

"I didn't know I needed to inform my fiancé of when I wanted to see him", I smartly said. He gave me a fake smile and pulled me fully into the house, closing the door behind us.

"You're absolutely right about that. You hungry?", he asked me.

"I could eat".

He smiled again and led me into his kitchen. His house wasn't as big as mine; neither one of them actually. Which might explain while he always came to my place instead of inviting me over here. Thinking back on it, I believe I've only been over here ten to twenty times since I've known him and that says a lot.

He pulled out a chair for me at his small dining room table and poured me a glass of wine. I watched his broad back as he walked into the open kitchen and began finding something to prepare to eat. Donnie had all the physical appearances to make a woman weak in the knees. Then I remember his penis is way below average and its making me question why I'm doing this to begin with. Zy'Air and all his bull shit popped in my head and reminded me why. Yeah, the sex is terrible but Donnie treats me like I deserve to be treated. I'm not going to find anything else like him out there.

"So, what have you been up to that I haven't seen you?", he asked.

I shrugged thinking quickly of a lie. "I told you I've just been trying to deal with my parents death".

"I know you're grieving love, but we're about to be spending the rest of our lives together. That's something I should've been aware of so that I can help you through it. Don't you agree?"

He had a point but I wasn't convinced. I'm not the only one in this equation who's actions show they aren't really taking this seriously.

"Don't you think it'd time I met your family?", I asked him.

He paused for a second and cleared his throat. "Yeah ... sure.".

"You don't seem to motivated to do that,"

"It's just you know I'm mostly to myself. Only person I have around me other than you is Zoie. And since she's been at her mom's house past couple weeks, I've been isolated. My family comes with drama,".

"And mine doesn't?"

"Well, your family is dead so you don't have much to worry about,"

Donnie realized what he had said but the damage was already done. He looked at me, opening his mouth to apologize but I stopped him.

"I'm going to go freshen up in the bathroom", I said to him before getting up from the table.

It wasn't like what he said was a lie; my family is dead. But it wasn't until now that I actually felt alone. My life had been falling apart piece by piece and I'm now looking at the brokenness on the floor by my feet. I thought I was strong enough for this but I'm not. Now I'm in too deep though. I have no choice but to be strong.

I went into the guest bathroom in the higher level of Donnie's house. I let some warm water run in my hands and I splashed a little on my face to try and chip away the coldness I was feeling. I looked around at then decor of the bathroom and was almost impressed. A picture caught my attention, making my body no longer be cold. I snatched the frame up to take a better look at it.

"I'll be got damned", I said to myself.

In the picture was a younger Donnie, probably before he met me, and the big slob bitch herself. I was engaged to the family member of my fathers deranged ex girlfriend.