Daddy's Little Girl

Chapter 28.

Anderson

After I pull into the driveway and carry Brielle in the house, I walk up the stairs and lay her gently on the bed. I didn't want to disrupt her so I kiss the part on her head where she hit it and walked down stairs to the living room. Jeffery still hasn't left yet. (He's just waiting for me to change my mind) He comes down and sits next to me.

"Jeffe-," "Don't bother. I am leaving in the morn." "How did you know wh-," "Because, I've known you since you were born. I know how you think." He says tapping on his head. "How are you feeling?" I look at him smiling. "I thought you knew how I think?" He chuckles. "Touche Anderson, touche."

"You know what I just noticed?" "What's that?" "You've never called me Andy." He chuckles again. "All my friends call me Andy. You've always called me Anderson, or Mr. Fayne. I'd like to think of you ask a friend." He puts his hand on my knee. "I'd consider you as my friend also." He pushes all his weight on my knee to help himself up. I stand up and help secure his back.

He walks to the stair case by his self. He steps up one step and turns around. "Thank you Mr-, Ander-," He clears his throat and smiles. "I mean, Andy." I smile. "Good night Jeffy." "Good night Andy." He walks upstairs to his room and I sit back down and turn on the TV to Netflix. I binge watched one of my favorite shows.

I doze off and wake up to use the bathroom. I go to the one in my room. I walk pass a sleeping Brielle. I reach for the door knob when I heard whimpering. I turn around and sit on the bed. "Brielle?" Her back towards me. I put my hand on her shoulder. "Brielle? Baby, are you ok?" Nothing.

"What's wrong?" Still nothing. "Baby, tell me what is wrong. Why are you crying?" Still nothing. In fact, I don't even hear the whimpering anymore. "Brielle?" She turns around. "I hate you. Go to hell!" I lean back in shock. "What? Wha-what I do?" "Don't talk to me." She gets up and walks out of the room. Leaving me alone and confused.

I go to the guest room and knock on the door. "NO!" "Brielle, let me in. I want to talk to you." "Well I don't!" "If you don't open this door right now I will break it down!" She doesn't reply. I start to charge through the door when I remembered that Jeffrey gave me a key.

I go to my room and grab the key. I knock on the door. "Brielle? Are you going to let me in or am I going to have to come in?" I get no answer. Furious, I unlock the door and go in. Brielle, sitting on the floor on the other side of the bed, playing with some thing.

"Brielle? Baby? Are you ok?" I ask walking towards the bed. She doesn't say anything. Instead, she hums to her self. "Brielle?" I put my hand on her shoulder. She jumps and cries. "PEAS! PEAS! PEAS DON'T WURT ME!!" She puts her hands over her eyes.

I try to hold her, but she pushes me away."Calm down! It's me Andy!" She stops fighting me. "Andy?" She opens her eyes and they grow wide. "DADDY!!! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!" She hugs me tight. "Pweas don't ever let go." "I don't plan to babygirl." I kiss her forehead.