My father

Chapter twelve

RECAP: He pushed me off and walked out of my room. I never heard from him again that night until the next day.

I woke up to Jesse sitting on my bed shaking me gently. I turned around and pulled the covers back on me.

"Stella, princess, are you going home today?" Jesse has asked.

I nodded.

He sat there, not knowing what to say. I turned back over to face away from him.

"y-you didn't actually mean that, did you?" I asked.

He began to slowly rub my back as I jumped to his touch.

He look down like he was very disappointed. "Of course not princess." he said.

"I don't want you to fear me, Stella." He said. I could hear the pain in his voice.
"I'm not going to hurt you, ever."

He's a liar, he did just last night!

"Do you remember what even happened last night? Do you remember what you did to me?" I pleaded.

He grew silent as he was trying to think of what happened.

"No, babygirl, tell me." Jesse demanded.

I sighed. "I-I don't want to, but you scared me. I thought you were going to do something that Derek did. Y-you blamed me for what Derek did." I said while I had flashbacks.

He got off my bed and walked out of my room with no reply.

I soon got ready, and my mother drove me to my dads.

Once I arrived at my dads, I walked straight in.

"Dad!" I said as I ran up to him.

He pulled me into his grip, while giving me kisses on the forehead.

"Hey baby, did you have fun?" my dad had asked.

I frowned, "Yes I did." I lied.

I needed to tell him who I saw, and what happened.

"Dad?" I said pulling away.

"I'm scared... Scared of Jesse when he drinks." I stuttered.

He glared down at me, "What do you mean?" He didn't sound very concerned, he sounded rather upset.

I gulped "we went out to eat, and I saw him." I said looking down.

He walked towards me, putting his arms on my shoulder.

"Who baby?" He asked.

I looked up at him. Was he really gonna make me say his name?

I looked back down, while I tried to say his name.

"D-d-derek" I stuttered. "He sent me a message saying I looked s-sexy in the dress I was wearing and then he sent a picture of m-me." I said slowly

He raises a eyebrow and says softly, "David didn't do shit about this?" he asked.

"He did, he took me home. but when we got there he grabbed beer out of the fridge and then I went upstairs to go to sleep. He came in my room and screamed at me, calling me a lying b. He pushed me on the wall, and had his hands on my throat. I though I was going to die." I said.

My dad was silent. Does he not care?

"H-he said it was all my fault, that I got raped." I said.

my dads eyes were red, it looked like he was trying hard not to cry or get pissed.

"Babygirl, I'm so so so sorry." he said while he pulled me into a hug. "I won't ever let you over there again if you don't want to." my dad said.

I'm so grateful to have a dad like him. I love him so much.

I pulled away and walked upstairs to my room. I showered and changed into some pj's.

My dad walks in my room to share the news with me.

I was watching netflix, when I heard my dad yell. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" he said over and over. I heard a couple bangs. Maybe he was hitting the wall? I turned the volume down as I heard my dad walk up the stairs.

He opened my door and walked over to me. "Hey baby" he said calmly as he sat on my bed.

I paused my netflix show I was watching and said "Hi daddy"

he exhaled and began to share the news.

"He was released a couple days ago, and he doesn't have trial until 2 months from now." He said as he took another deep breath. "I don't want you to go anywhere without me, because clearly you can run into him any time..." my dad said.

Why so long? He could do anything especially find me since he knows where i live.

Even though I was very upset, I managed to smile at him. "Okay"

"I wish I could do so much more for you Stella. You deserve better. I hate seeing you like this, babygirl. I really do try my best, and I hope you know that." his eyes became watery.

"Your blood results came in today, and you're positive." my dad said.

The pain in his voice hurt me more then what he said.

A tear rolled down my face as i started to breathe heavier.

"T-this has to be a joke, a-a dream, something!" I said.

My dad rested his hand on my lap to calm me.

I have to live with the trauma, none the less have his baby!

"Daddy, I didn't mean to get pregnant, I'm sorry. I didn't want to do it in the first place, I was forced to. I can't have this baby, but I can't kill it. I-I just can't." I said crying.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to have the baby if you don't want to. It wasn't your fault, you can't blame yourself." my dad said.

Yes the fuck it is! I could have kicked him in his dick, or at least tried to get away! Instead I just stood there.

tears were still running down my face when he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you Stella... So much!" he said as he got up and left my room.

I laid there in my bed for hours, unable to sleep. Until I finally fell asleep.