What Daddy Doesn't Know...

~Adela~

Everything is going to shit, and I’m not happy. I can’t believe that bitch is here and walking around as if she belongs. The thought of Portia makes my blood boil.

I’ve been out running since the kitchen incident. I wanted to do other things, try to get the twins to change their minds, but I couldn't focus. I couldn’t stand the fact that everything I had worked so hard for was slowly slipping through my fingers.

I walk into the house after running for hours. I walk past the living room, heading to the stairs. “Why has my baby been crying for hours?” I jump out of my skin at the voice. I turn and see Dad sitting in his armchair with a drink in his hand.

“What do you mean?”

“I get home, and your sister is distraught, spending hours crying and whatnot. What happened?” I sigh internally, really not wanting to deal with this right now.

“I don’t know, daddy.” My dad stares at me, scrutinizing me.

“How don’t you know?” This time I sigh loudly. I recant the events from the kitchen