Later that day...
Your POV
I got an uber back to D'Angelo's house to pick up Brielle's car. I was livid. When I arrived, D'Angelo was sitting outside as if he were waiting.
"Hey, how's Brielle doing?" he asked me.
"She's asleep right now, but I'm positive she's not doing good," I told him.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. This is all my fault," he said.
"Your fault?" I questioned.
"My dad did it to my mom. When Alexa was younger, I use to abuse her mother. We divorced and I got custody of Alexa because her mother went down a bad spiral with drugs because of me. I didn't think Alexa picked up on it because she was so young."
"Look, you need to get her help and yourself some help. I'm not putting my daughter in this situation ever again, so this friendship or whatever you'd like to call it is completely over. My dad abused my mom and would beat me until I was black and blue. I'd never put my hands my wife or my kids because I know better, I respect and I love them more than anything in this entire world. Something tells me Alexa has done this in previous relationships and you're either upset I saw her hit my daughter or upset because she hit my daughter."
"She has. I thought it was stress-"
"Stress does not give you an excuse to hit your partner. I'd say your daughter owes mine an apology, but that's up to Brielle. With that being said, I'm sorry that our younger kids can't be friends anymore. But most importantly fuck you and your daughter. You weren't hitting her mother because you were "stressed". It's because you wanted completely power over your ex wife. Just like your daughter wanted of my child."
"Y/N-"
"Just know whenever I see your daughter, I won't hesitate to beat her the fuck up like I did today," I got in the car. I noticed Bianca had been listening to the entire conversation from the front door. I drove back home and sat in the car to cool off. Brielle came outside and dragged me out of the car. We sat in the backyard while her siblings got on Mani's nerves.
"How you feeling, baby girl?" I asked her and she sighed.
"I don't know. Stupid, I guess," she replied resting her head on my chest as we swung in the hammock.
"Why?" I questioned.
"Because I thought she wouldn't hit me, but I should've known better," she replied.
"It's not your fault, my love. It's not at all," I told her and kissed her forehead.
"Why does it feel like it?"
"I know that feeling, baby. It's not your fault. You did nothing wrong. She should've never put her hands on you," I said. We sat there for a good twenty minutes not saying anything.
"You know who the best person to talk to about this is?" I asked her and she shook her head.
"Who, mama?" she asked looking up at me.
"Nana. My dad use to abuse her and her ex-husband use to do the same to her."
"What about you, mama? Your dad use to abuse you, so why wouldn't you be the best to talk to about it?"
"Though that is true. She'll understand the situation more that I can. I was abuse by a parent not by a partner. Maybe it is the same. I don't know. Maybe you could talk to her tonight after dinner. That's completely up to you though, baby," I said and she nodded.
"Y/N, come get your children before I lock them out of the house," Mani said making both Brielle and I laugh.
"I'm coming, baby," I told her. Brielle got up and so did I. I wrapped my arms around my daughter and sighed.
