Destined 2 Love ( Sequel )

T A K E I T O R L E A V E I T

Standing in front of my father, I didn't know what to do. After spending ten-years in prison, he was finally a free man. Most children would be overjoyed seeing their dad standing in front of them after so long, but I didn't know how to feel. "You're out." I slipped him a fake smile. "When did you get out?" I asked.
"Three days ago." He grinned, stepping to the side.

I walked into the house, seeing Darnell and mama standing by the kitchen table. "Hey, y'all." I greeted, eyeing my mother closely. "Hey, Des." She smiled, coming over to hug me but I declined. "This is your surprise?" I questioned. She sighed, "Des, this isn't the time. Your daddy is home and we want to see our grandson." Trina stated.

I placed Kaleb's car seat on the floor, gently. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" I looked at my mama. She nodded, following me down the hall. We walked into what used to be my bedroom, standing in the middle of the room. "What's up, baby?" She took in my appearance. I scoffed, "Don't you think you should of gave me a heads up?" I questioned, upset.
"I knew you wouldn't come if I told you what the surprise was." She admitted.

"Ma, you had no right." I looked at her in disbelief. "Des, he's your father." Trina said, once again for what felt like the millionth time. "And Deedra's, Lani's , and Darnell's too." I shrugged. "Exactly. You're the only one not excited to see him. Why?" She asked.
Oh, now you wanna ask why. I tried to tell you so many times before and you shut me down. "Kaleb and I, are going to leave now." I shook my head while walking out the room.

I grabbed my bag before picking the car seat off the floor. "I'm out. Text or call me if you need anything, D. Love you." I told my brother; walking past him. "Love you too." I heard him say as I walked out the kitchen. "Ay, you not sticking around?" My so-called father questioned, sitting on the brand new sofa with his feet kicked up like he's some King we should praise. I ignored him, walking through the front door.

I rushed over to my truck, strapping Kaleb's car seat in the backseat. I wasted no time getting in on the drivers side then driving off down the street. I felt my chest getting tighter. I counted to three in my head, trying to calm myself. I pulled over because it didn't seem to be working.
"One... Two... Three." I counted in my head, again. I rest my head on the steering wheel feeling tears escape my eyes.

I sobbed in silence for five minutes before getting myself together. I wiped my face, pulling off from the curb. I wasn't ready to see my father. He's not worth reliving the pain and trauma. I drove back to the other side of town in silence while Kaleb slept in the back. I couldn't get my his face out my head.

When I arrived at home, Kross was back, surprisingly. I got out the truck, retrieving my bag, phone and keys, as well as Kaleb's car seat.
"Babe?" I called out, walking into the house.
"Hey, sexy." Kross walked from out the kitchen. He took the heavy car seat from my hands. I watched him remove Kaleb before sitting on the couch with our son in his arms. The two of them resemble a lot, twins.

I sat beside them on the couch, looking at the tv screen. "How was the meeting?" I asked. "He hired me for the job." Kross smiled. "Oh, babe, that's great!" I tried putting some enthusiasm in my voice, kissing the side of his face. "Thank you. How did your meeting with Lynn go?" He questioned. "She was letting me know that I have so many new deals on the table. I need to get back to work in order to secure them." I shared.

"I guess we better find a good nanny then, huh?" He looked over at me. My face held a slight pout before shaking my head and agreeing with him. When I go back to work, I'll be away from Kaleb for at least eight to twelve hours a day. The thought of missing out on something makes me sad when I think about it. "He's gonna be good, baby." Kross told me, resting his hand on my thigh.

"My dad is out of jail." I randomly threw out there. His eyebrows knitted together, "Since when?" Kross questioned. "Three days now." I looked down at my nails that were due for a full-in. "I went over there with Kaleb today, and the surprise was him." I was on the verge of mentally cringing. "You don't sound happy that he's home now." Kross pointed out.
"I'm not." I pulled in my bottom lip.
"Why?" He looked over at me.

As much as I want to open up and tell him everything, my mouth wouldn't let me. No one knew about the horrible things my dad did to me for three consistent years. Whenever I tried to tell someone, I was always put on hold or cut off. Eventually, I started believing that no one cared. And as I got older, I figured no one would believe me.

"My father scarred me, terribly. And I don't think I'm ready to forgive him." I said, placing my focus on Kaleb; who was starting to wake up. I could feel him staring deeply into the side of my face. I didn't have to tell him what that meant, he knew.

- A girl who has lived through trauma has lived through a situation where her body, her mind, her self was not her own.

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I think y'all should grab some tissue for the upcoming chapters because Destiny is about to open up.

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