Daddy's Love novel Chapter 67

It's been a week since we have shifted and it's like both of us are under a house arrest. I can't work. I can't sleep. I don't have any money left and Carol won't let me work so Jay will have to support us for the time being. I am cooking breakfast in the kitchen when I hear a bang upstairs.

"What did she throw now? Nothing was left there." I sigh and deliberate whether to go up or not. I should, what if she hurt herself?

I switch off the gas and go up two stairs at a time.

She threw my laptop on the window.

"That's it! I am calling Jay." I go back downstairs, exasperated.

What is the matter with these girls?! I don't remember the last time I had a meal in peace or slept through the night. Fuck it! Really!

I grab my shirt and lock my house to go to Jay, but instead I decide to go to FUCKING Timothy. He started it all the asshole!

I leave a text for Jay, telling him to come over to look after Carol and that she is alone.

I drive to Timothy's. Fifteen minutes later I ring his doorbell.

He opens the door and I punch his face. He stumbles backwards.

"You son of a Bitch! Why did you kiss Carol?!"

He is bleeding from his mouth and guess what, I don't care.

I punch him again. God, that feels good.

"Why did you tell the girls we had to kill people?!"

He just keeps looking at me.

They look at me and gasp. I must look worse than I thought. Ana starts crying. Jay bounces her in his arms, trying to quite her down.

Jay looks exhausted and worried. I feel so bad. Like a errant child. I shouldn't have gotten into a fight.

"Go inside. I'll be a minute." He tells me. Owww... Now that the adrenaline has worn off every FUCKING inch of my body hurts.

I drag myself to the bathroom.

I look at myself and flinch. I look like I have survived a battle or something. The Fucker hit me hard.

I wash my face and get the bloody clothes off me. I think I broke my shoulder. Moving hurts. Oh Fuck.

I am sorry Jay... I shouldn't have picked a fight... I hope he is hurt more than I am... And before I know I am consumed by blackness.