Chapter Two
•Previously•
°Madelaine's POV°
Dallas drove me home and we bid each other goodbyes before I got inside and locked the door, just before I could reach the living room, the doorbell rang. I groaned and went back to the foyer. Opening the door, my heart stopped.
"Dad?" I'll be damned.
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•Now•
°Madelaine's POV°
"Dad."
"Heard you got in trouble." He said while raising an eyebrow at me. He walked inside and I close the door behind him.
"No, I'd never cause any trouble." Without having a good reason to do so at least. He sat down on the couch and turn on the tv.
"Lying is your new career now?" My dad doesn't live with us for 5 years now. But he would come by anytime he wants to check on me, that's what he said.
My parents got divorced 5 years ago when I was only 12, their constant fighting and arguing kept occurring and they finally can't hold it back anymore and asked for a divorce.
Dad has a mistress or at least that's what my neighbor told me. Yes, the whole neighborhood knows about their constant fighting and smashing stuff. I use to be so stressed and depressed but I guess everything always has an end to it.
"Yeah, I got paid to lie to everyone for $100! Cool huh?" The sarcasm wasn't necessary but I just had to you know.
"Talk back to me one more time and I'll-" I cut him off by talking back right at his face.
"You'll what? Hit me like you used to? Kill me? Do it! I'm tired of living anyway." Tears flooded my eyes and I felt my throat closing up on me, I ran to my room and lock the door. I then walk toward the bathroom and when I got in, I opened the drawer to find tons of medicines inside.
I picked up one of the bottles and popped two anxiety pills in my mouth and swallowed it dry.
I sat on the counter and rethink every single choice I made in my life. People make choices every day, some are good and some are bad. My choice was reckless. I made friends with the wrong people, but I guess that's the only way you learn not to make the same mistake twice.
*bang*
"Open the fucking door Madelaine!"
*bang bang bang*
"Madelaine!! I'll break this door down!" I was wrong, I thought he would change after 2 years, I thought he won't come back in my life and abused the hell out of me anymore but oh boy was I wrong. That tone, the tone I knew all too well. The tone he uses when he's going to do something crazy, something out of the box.
He was in and out of my life until 2 years ago when he suddenly vanished. I thought that'll be it, but here he is now.
The last thing I remembered when I last met him was the hit I received.
"Madelaine, come out! I'm not done talking!" He kept banging on the door, screaming, kicking, but I won't go out there. I won't because I know, just what will happen when I step outside of my room.
I took out my phone from my pocket and dialed my mom's number. After a few tries and she still didn't pick up, I dialed 911.
"Hello, this is 911-"
"Hello, please help me, my dad he's going to kick open the door to my bedroom. He's-" Just as I thought before I could finish my sentence the door to my room slammed open with an angry man standing outside of my room.
I looked at him then at his hand. A hammer. I dropped the phone on the floor and used my foot to slide it under my bed.
No, no, no. I ran to the window as quick as I can, I slid it open, and just when I'm about to jump, he pulled me back making me fall right on my ass. He strode towards me in large steps. He raised the hammer and suddenly the sirens were heard.
They must've tracked my number. Thank god for that. He gripped my hair tightly and screamed right in my ear. "You ungrateful piece of shit! Calling the police on me! Your own father!!!"
Someone knocked on the front door and all I heard was a muffled sound. "If I'm going to jail, might as well have a good reason to. I'm going to end you!" He laughed out loud like a crazy person. He definitely has a brain problem.
"You are crazy! Leave me alone!" I yelled as he gripped onto my shoulder. I heard the sound of the door opening loudly from downstairs.
Without warning, the hammer slammed into the right side of my head, he almost missed it, was the last thing I remembered before my ear rang loudly and my visions blurred and I blacked the hell out.
°Nik's POV°
"Don, we found him." One of my men, Enzo said. I looked at him before nodding.
"He's in jail where Karl works at." Enzo said, unlocking his phone to dial Karl's number.
"We're going to make a quick visit, get the car ready." I said and gulped the whole wine bottle.
This bastard is going to pay for what he did.
*Few Minutes Later*
"Mr. Kaylo" My right-hand man, Darius said to the man in front of us before sitting beside me.
"What do you want from me, Diavolo?" Kaylo asked raising his head up to look at me.
I chuckled before replying "Why would you think I want something from you? What do you even have that would benefit me?" He looked at me before shaking his head and shrugged. "Exactly." I continued, looking at Darius and he nodded.
"We want to know where you keep our drugs, the one you stole." Darius said joining his hands together on the table.
"I didn't steal anything from you. But I know who did." He looked between me and Darius for a moment, then he sighed and run his cuffed hands through his oily hair. "Tyler Key," He said confidently and I knew he was not lying.
I got up from my seat and walked out of the room with Darius behind me. We got into the car and drove to Tyler Key's house.
When we reached his house, there was a police line across the door.
"Find out what happened." I commanded.
"Right on it Don" Darius replied.
We sat back in the car, waiting for the information on what happened to Tyler Key.
After a few minutes passed by and I almost fell asleep, Darius called out.
"He assaulted his daughter Don, he's in prison right now and his daughter is in the hospital with a brain injury. It is said that he hammered his daughter's head last night, right when the police arrived." He looked back at me and asked, "Prison or Hospital Don?"
"Hospital," I said and we drove off again, this time toward the hospital.