"What do you mean, kill Maya?" I question her, freaking the fuck out.
She gulps. "I think, you should ask your father. He'll tell you." She gets up and walks to the door.
"Lilly, wait—" She slams my bedroom door shut. Leaving me in my room, confused and wondering, why her father wanted to kill his own daughter, and why Lilly had sex with her own father, and now she's having his baby? Does he even know how to pull out?
I wait for my dad to come home, so I could ask him questions about Maya's father.
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MAYA'S POV
I open the door and it's Ethan standing there. "Can we talk?" I nod my head and let him in.
I open the door wider and motion him to come in. He comes in, I close the door and we walk into the living room. Ethan looks around with all the broken glass, pictures and TV. I haven't cleaned since the fight with Natalie nor get a new TV.
"Woah, what the fuck happened here?" He asks, he turns to me and looks me straight in the eye. He has the same eyes as Grayson's, but for some reason, Grayson's eyes are more mesmerizing than Ethan's.
I rub the back of my head, "Uh, Natalie and I had a fight, I forgot to clean it up, lots of things were on my mind." I tell him.
"Well, let me help you clean." He picks up the picture frame. He throws it in the garbage can in my kitchen.
He helps me with the TV, "Why did you come over tonight?" I ask him.
We pick up the TV, and place it outside so the garbage truck could get it. "I just wanted to see if you're okay, after what happened with Gray—"
"I'm okay." I tell him. I wipe my hands, and head back inside. I plop on the couch, I hear the door close.
"Maya, I know you're not okay. Just talk to me." He lifts up my chin with his finger. I look at him in the eyes once again.
"I just couldn't stop thinking about Grayson getting p-pregnant, with my best friend L-Lilly." I start tearing up. "It's been hurting me inside, knowing about this."
"I know, I know, Maya. Grayson told me it probably isn't his." He tells me, I give him an, are-you-serious look.
"It's his, E. He even said it himself." I sounded very disappointed, and I am. I am disappointed in Grayson. He should've known better, should've pulled out faster...
Right when Ethan could say something, the door barges open. "MAYA!" He had a deep voice, it isn't Grayson. It's different, he sounded old, he sounded... like my father.
"Ethan..." I whisper. He grabs my hands, "Shhh, it's okay." He whispers back.
"MAYA FUCKING MATTHEWS!" He slams the door shut and walks over to me and Ethan. I put my head down, I can't look at that person. I had a feeling it's my father. The way he yelled, the way he said my name. It has to be him. I grab and grip onto Ethan's hand. "It's going to be okay, Maya." He whispers. I nod.
The person picks me up, and forcefully faces me to him. And I knew it.
It's my father.
So much emotions go through my head, why is he here? what does he want?
He grabs my cheeks. He rubs them, squeezes them. "Oh my little girl." He pulls me into a hug. "Oh, I've missed you."
I pull away from him and push him, "Missed me? You? Missed me? Fucking bullshit! Why are you here?" I back away from him. I couldn't hold my tongue, words kept spilling out. "I heard you were in Australia, under a false persona. Why's that? Because you didn't want to get caught for killing my mother?—" "Maya, stop." Ethan chimes in. I ignored his voice. I don't want my thoughts to be unheard.
"So tell me dad, why the fuck are you here?" Running my hands through my hair, putting my hand on my hip. Tapping my foot on the floor, waiting for a response.
"I just missed you so much, Maya. I wanted to see you." He walks forward to me and grabs my cheek. "No. You didn't." I take away his hand away from my face. "You never missed me. You never did dad. If you missed me, you would've been with me since mom died! But no! You flew out to Australia! The fucking next day, mom was murdered, which gives me a theory, that I could use against you, when I put you on trial." I point my finger at him, slowly pacing back and forth.
I hear Ethan texting someone, but I don't care. "You killed mom, for some reason, I don't know what, I'm still trying to figure that shit out. Knew that you would get caught, so you packed all your shit, not even thinking twice about me, flew all the alway to Australia, made a fake persona, and lived your life here. But suddenly you needed something so you came back, and went straight for me, for it. Am I right?" I stare at him, giving him a death stare. His eyes don't even have emotions. He looks like he didn't give a shit about what I was saying.
His jaw is clenched, his face looks angry. He straightens out his suit and says, "Had nothing to do with your mother's death, May. I can't believe you would think I would do such a thing." He put his hand over his heart like he was hurt, but really he wasn't fazed by it. My father has no emotions.
"Sure." I rolls my eyes. He grips on my arm. Giving it a hard tug. "You listen here young lady, I would never hurt your mother. She hurt herself, she couldn't take living with you, so she took her own life. She couldn't take care of a child, that's why she was at work the whole time, so she wouldn't take care of your spoiled little ass." He spat. I pull my hand away from him, hard.
I give him a hard on stare, then the doors slam open.
I swear one day, someone is going to break my damn door.
"MAYA!" This voice was more raspier, sounded like a teenage boy. I look over and it's Grayson. He runs over to me and gives me a tight hug. I hug him back tighter.
"Thank god you're okay." He says relieved in my ear. I smile. Knowing that he cares about me, makes me feel safe. But then I remembered what he told me, and I pushed him off of me.
I see that Cameron, Lisa, and Sean are here. Cameron and Lisa gives me tight hugs.
"Well... Henry." Sean says.
"Sean." My father nods his head.
Someone taps me on the shoulder, It's Grayson, "We need to talk." He whispers in my ear. I look over to my father and Sean, and I nod to Grayson, and we went up to my room.
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He closes the door to my room and locks it. "What do you want Grayson?" I roll my eyes and walk over to my bed. I take a seat on the edge of my bed. And Grayson sits next to me.
"I wanted to talk to you about, Lilly." He tells me. He grabs my hand, I don't have the nerve to pull it away from him. It felt like I wanted him to hold my hand. I didn't want him to let go.
"What about her?" I play with his fingers, looking at my bedroom floor.
He takes his finger and lifts my chin up, making me look at his mesmerizing hazel eyes. "She came over tonight."
I scoff, "To tell you to help with the baby."
He shakes his head. "It's much worse than that, Maya."
"Then, what is it?"
"She is pregnant with your dad's baby." He tells me.
My mouth suddenly drops. I am shocked, I am revolted. I am heavily disgusted. I could throw up hearing that sentence again. I could feel like face getting filled with pure anger and frustration.
My so called, "friend" slept with my fucking dad?
"Why?" I literally all I could say, without emotion.
"I-I don't know if I should say it Maya." Grayson says playing with his fingers.
I stand up, "God damn! Just fucking say it!" I throw my hands in the air.
"She slept with your father, just so he wouldn't kill you too." He tells me.
At this point, I am filled with a disgusted amount of anger, and the feeling of beating a bitch up.
So, I just open my door and walk out, as calm as I could be. Grayson follows me, calls my name over, and over again. I just don't care. I don't care if I die right now. But, I'm just, wanting to just... talk to my dad. Just a one on one, conversation with my own father.
I walk up to him, him and Sean are having a pretty heated conversation, that I do not fucking care about.
I go up to him, and slap the shit out of him. Everyone gasps. My father stands up, so does everyone else, who was sitting.
"YOU LITTLE FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" I yell. "YOU SLEPT WITH AN UNDER AGE FUCKING GIRL, GOT HER PREGNANT SO THAT SHE WOULDN'T LET YOU FUCKING KILL ME?! ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE!" At this point my face is red as a tomato, my voice is so loud, the whole world can even hear it.
My father breaths in deep, then letting out a deep breath. "You don't understand..."
"No, you fucking asshole, you don't understand. The pain, the misery, I've been through over these past years." I put my hand on my head. "You don't know how broken I am. And you, as a fucking father, don't even care. So tell me dad, tell me if you killed mom."
I was waiting for an answer didn't get it. I run up to my room, get the suicide note that I copied and printed it out, since the real one had blood stains and they had to use that as evidence. And run back down where everybody was.
"Here. This letter, explains everything." I shove this piece of paper in his hands.
He reads it, and throws it. "Bullshit." Is all he could even fucking say.
I scoff, loudly. "Bullshit? Bullshit? Are you fucking kidding me?" I pace. "Did you love my mom? Or you just used her like you said?"
"I loved her." He said. He had no emotion.
"Really? When she died, you didn't even come to her fucking funeral, you went to Australia. Why's that?" I put my hand on my hip.
"Had to do some things." He said.
"Like what? Plan my own death?" I say, lifting up my shoulders.
"I have to go." He says, he takes his stuff and walks out.
"I want to kill him." I tell everyone.
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THIS IS MY LONGEST CHAPTER UP TO DATE AHAHAHAHAHAHHA, it's 12 am right now, and I'm going to write so much, even though I have to film two videos tomorrow for my youtube channel. But anyways, i hope you like this book so far! I've been loving the story plot!
new chapter soon babes xx
- m