The one and the Only (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2 The Reunion Of Father And Daughter

Penny did not struggle in his arms. It was as if she had lost her will to fight.

The only sign of defiance was the tears that spilled over the corners of her eyes.

She had lived her life in the past five years like a zombie, benumbing herself to the relentless insults and humiliation targeted at her. She had thought of ending her life several times to escape from the pain and misery, but each time, her daughter's face would surface in her mind. With her daughter as her sole anchor, Penny gritted her teeth and forged onward.

It was all because of this devil who had torn her life apart!

Nathan was the one who had brought the relentless misery and despair upon her and her daughter.

She swore that she would strive to work hard and stay single for the rest of her life. Her only purpose was to make up for her daughter's sufferings by giving her a blissful and promising future.

Little did she know that the man who had started the tragedy five years ago and brought upon the most torturous times of her life was now back to haunt her. It was like rubbing salt in her wound. Upon his reappearance, all the poignant memories which had been long buried came back to life, flashing across her mind like indelible ghosts.

How she yearned for a break. She prayed to God for a little salvation, earnestly begging the heavens to stop piling up on her hardships.

The sight of Penny's piteous state was unbearable to Nathan. He gently put her down and let her stand on her feet.

“Can you give me a chance to make up to you and our daughter, please?” A stony-hearted creature like him was a complete stranger to tenderness, but he begged for the first time in the gentlest manner he could muster.

“For the sake of our daughter, and for you as well, please give me a chance,” he pleaded.

Penny quivered uncontrollably when he uttered 'our daughter'.

It gifted her with a glint of hope as she slowly lifted her eyes.

“Trust me, I know what kind of hell you both have gone through over the years,” Nathan continued to plead in his soft voice, “I know that you loathe me too, but please give me a chance to make amends.”

“Children from single-parent families are more prone to suffer from personality disorders, which may affect their overall well-being.”

“Please give me a chance, Penny.”

Penny's eyes reflected a whirlwind of emotions as she ruminated on his words. Queenie was growing up fast and getting more sensible by the day.

A family without a father could never be complete, let alone offer a sense of normalcy and oneness to the child.

It broke her heart whenever she saw the pitiful look on Queenie's face when she asked for her papa.

Yet, she could only turn away and wipe her tears as she had no answer for her dear daughter.

Yes, Queenie needs a father!

The determination in Nathan's eyes only fueled her conviction.

It took her a long time to decide, but she finally agreed, “Alright, I'll give you a chance to reunite with your daughter.”

“I'm giving you the chance because she needs a papa in her life. But let me give you a stern warning - do nothing that might upset her.”

“And just to be clear, the fact that Queenie calls you papa does not mean you are my husband, do you get it?”

“Yes!” Nathan nodded his affirmation.

Nathan knew well that Penny was giving him the opportunity to reunite with Queenie because she wanted the young girl to have a bright future.

It would take a lifetime for her to forgive him for the pain he had inflicted on her, let alone take him as her husband.

Those years of suffering in silence had spun an invisible web within her, creating a deadly mess of entangled knots. He knew that it would take time to untwine and unravel those knots of pain and grievances.

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Meanwhile, inside the elementary classroom of Golden Apple Kindergarten, the teacher was nowhere to be seen!

A pudgy boy decked in designer wear was gloating with delight, pulling on a rope.

The other end of the rope was tied to the neck of a little girl who was being towed along like a puppy.

The fat boy tugged on the makeshift leash impatiently and shouted at her, “Don't you know you're my dog, Queenie? Dogs are supposed to bark, do it now!”

The victim crawled on her limbs like a puppy, her grubby face stained with chalk dust. She was a little girl around the age of four.

Underneath the grime and dust was a well-defined face with the winsome features of a pretty, innocent young girl.