"Ivory- please come downstairs with us" I asked for the fifth time.
"Dad- I don't feel like it" she spoke, keeping her back to me.
I kept my patience- knowing she was clouded with different emotions.
"Baby, we just want to spend time with you-" "dad please- I just want to be alone." She snapped quickly.
"You spent all day yesterday alone- we're not making that a habit" I spoke back- knowing the signs of depression and knowing that this was surely one of them.
"Why can't I just have time to myself?" She snapped back to me, turning to look to me.
"Because you've been through a traumatic experience and that isn't something you need to go through alone." I spoke back calmly.
"Yeah, well I've been through a lot of traumatic experiences- I can handle myself" she spat.
"Ivory" I spoke slowly.
"Listen to what you're saying- listen to your tone of voice" I spoke slowly.
She dropped her pen on her desk- her hands covering her face.
"I just want to be alone" she spoke quietly.
"I'm not leaving you alone tonight- you were alone in here all day yesterday" I spoke- missing my daughters hugs and constant affection towards us.
With that she stood- coming to me, her bloodshot eyes telling me she hasn't slept.
I held her face, looking to her no longer vibrant eyes
"Where's my baby girl?" I asked, feeling my voice crack.
"I'm here" her voice cracked back- her eyes immediately watering up
"I don't know what's wrong with me" she started crying, making me pull her into me.
"I can't catch a break dad- everything is going so wrong" she sobbed into my stomach.
Calum appeared, concern taking over his face.
"I think" I spoke slowly.
"I think we should get you a check up with call and look into getting you a therapist that isn't Luke" I suggested, hearing no backlash from her
"What do you think about that?" I asked quietly.
"I'm okay with that"
