Daddy's Little Angel novel Chapter 29

Never have I been this eager to get off a plane. Though it is said to be a fast means of transportation, to me, it was moving at a frustrating slow pace. I couldn't wait to get home. I want to see him so badly, yet I don't.

No one was aware of my coming. This is going to come as a pleasant surprise to most, while for a particular couple, not so much... I can't wait to execute my plans. This is going to be fun.

It feels so good to be on land again. Hailing a cab, I gave the driver directives and took a moment to take in the scenery. Lot's changed this few years. New structures have been erected. Buildings that once brought sense of warmth and comfort such as the ice cream villa, coffee shop and the likes have all been demolished and now in their place stood structures more eye catching and fund yielding. Like malls, casinos, cinemas houses and even clubs. It feels strange to see an environment that was once quiet and seemed almost nonexistent change so drastically.

It was dark by the time I arrived home . Looking at the building that held all my childhood memories, I couldn't stop all the emotions flooding my heart. They overwhelmed me. I can't believe I'm finally back to the place it all started. The same place I so desperately fled from once, along time ago .

Back on the plane I was pumping with adrenaline, now, my whole being shakes with anxiety. I thought I had everything figured out. Entering into my fathers house, and seeing how well Nora has settled in, I realized that I was clueless on what to do. Everything in here screams Nora. From the bubbly bright colors, to the overly organized arrangement of items in oder of importance ,her all time favorite novel which was on the dinning table, an apron in sick color green with a big letter 'N' on it and many more. Nothing was left to show that I once lived here. All the pictures hung on the wall were either my dads, or some stupid motivational quote. It was like someone was trying so hard to get rid of everything that hinted my existence in this house. Even the air around here smells different.

All this revelation had series of doubt and questions running through my mind like; 'What if he had truly gotten over the feelings he had for me like I asked him to?' That theory seems realistic seeing that he hasn't tried contacting me these past years, he was getting engaged and he seem to have fared better without me. Perhaps he finally realized how much of a burden I am. After all, all he ever did was make sacrifices when it comes to me and all I ever did was be a pain.

Surely he hates me...I did slap him in the face. I made him feel like it was all his fault while in truth, it was mostly mine. With all this going through my mind, I just can't help but wonder if coming back was a right decision. How do I get him back? I can't function without him and I can't share him with Nora either. I'll die before that happens.

Going to my room and quietly opening the door, I discovered to my relief that it was the only place my scent still lingered. The colors and furniture where as it has always been.

My room decor was simple. My walls were bland. I was not one to put up posters of a crush from music bands and soap operas on my wall. To be honest, if left to me, I would have my dad's picture all over my room, but that would only confirm how sick and twisted in the head I am.

Inhaling the familiar scent of my room calmed me a little. I don't know how deep this woman has dug her claws into my man's heart, but I am determined to chop off her hands if need be .

Striping and getting into bed in my underwear without bothering to shower, I fell into a deep sleep instantly.

It was a little past midnight when I woke up feeling thirsty. Tiptoeing my way down the stairs and towards to kitchen to get something to drink I contemplated taking a sneak peak at my dad to see if he was back from work, but resisted the urge. I didn't want him to know I was back just yet. On my way back to my room, luck was against me and I tripped on God knows what causing the silence to be pierced by the surprised yelp that came from my mouth and the sound that came from trying to regain my footing. So much for not being noticed.

Trying to save the situation, I speed walk as quietly as I could manage to my room door. Just as I was about twist the door nob someone called from behind me.

"Who is there?" The person, no other than my dad asked.

That was enough to make me immobile. His voice was a little rough at the edges from sleep, but it sounded like a dream. I wanted him to keep talking.

"Angel is that you?"He asked with a tone of astonishment.

I took deep breath as I felt him draw closer from behind, as it seems to be the only thing my brain still knew how to do.

I knew I had no choice but to face him but I still didn't know what to expect from him. I felt my body go rigid as he placed his hands on my shoulder turning me around to face him. I was greeted with those enchanting emerald eyes that seem to draw me in. He was breathtaking. I can tell He worked out a lot more than before just by staring at the naked top half of his body. I was expecting him to shout at me and tell me how pissed he is at my presence but what he did I didn't expect.

"It's really you" he said socked, as he enveloped me in a bear hug. I felt sparks everywhere. As heat rushed through me. His scent filled my nostrils. Feelings that were buried springing back to life with full force. I wanted more than a hug. I wanted so much, I didn't no where to start.

"One would have thought five years would put an end to you parading about in your underwear, but I guess some things never change." He said with a glint of amusement in his eyes snapping me out of my day dream.

I had nothing to say. I was tongue tied. Although I wanted him to tell me he still loves me, I wanted to say I was stupid and I'm sorry. None of this was vocalized.

My silence seem to have been read as something negative cause he asked me what was wrong, placing hands on my cheek wiping the tears I didn't know had began to fall from my eyes.

"Angel,I-" he began but I cut his words short.

"It been a long and stressful day, I think I'll excuse myself to bed now. Good night." I said, trying to dismiss my self from his presence.

"Angel!" he called. Making me pause.

"Why do you keep walking out on me? He started.

"You keep running away from issues...from me, instead of sorting it out like an adult. For once, look me in the eye and tell me what it is you truly want to say, what you truly feel without holding back, and be prepared to accept my own truth as well. Stop being a coward" he concluded.

Facing him, I let out a bitter laugh. I was tense. I was angry, I was hurting. But most of all I felt defeated.

"You think I hide how I feel? That I'm a coward?You think you can handle my truth?" I asked looking into his eyes. They were focused on me. No grudge held in them, no accusation. No doubt. All I saw in his eyes was someone who was patiently waiting for me to let it all out.

There was no running this time. So I took in deep breath and looked him in the eye with so much intensity that could burn holes into his skin.

"There is a lot I want to tell you," I began. "But I don't think words cut it, so I'll show you." I concluded as I moved into his personal space my eyes still on him as I used my thumb to trace his jawline.

" I love you Jackson..." was the last thing I said before my lips came crashing down on his has I kissed him like my life depended on it. I poured my all into that kiss. I tried conveying messages that words couldn't do justice to with my lips,my tongue my teeth. Nibbling here and there, biting down hard on his lips and then sucking at it. Tasting and claiming him as mine. If tonight be the last time I get to do this, then I'll better make it a damn memorable one. No regrets, no "what if's", no heart break. I'll break free just this once. Consequences be damned.