All Chapters of Daddy and Mommy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

| Jackson |'You're nothing...''Weak...''He doesn't love you...'"He never did...'I swivelled around the space, trying to find the source of the voice, panting heavily. It's dark around me, with only a light that shines over me. I can't see anything around me."No," I bit back a whine.'Weak...''Look how pathetic you sound...' the voice went on. 'Michael will never love a weakling like you. He pities you...'"No," I shook my head, trying to get rid of the voice bothering me. "He loves me. Michael loves m—" the voice laughed, mocking me.I blink, and I'm suddenly naked, snow covering the area I was standing in. It's so cold. My bare feet are almost numb. I rubbed my arms in an attempt to warm up."Hello?!" I called out through chattering teeth while I continued to find my way around. "S-Michael!!" I called out a little louder. "Samantha!!" When I get no answer, I panic. Taking steps forward to go and find them, I trip and fall face-flat into the snow. A blinding pain consumes me, a

I closed my eyes, waiting for the door to finally give in, taking in what was left of my peace and quiet. Not that I enjoyed it, but it's better than the chaos around me. I like the quiet more, even though it brings out the demons."Fuck, you're going to pay for my shoulder, you idiot," Darren groaned when the door finally burst open. "Jackson?" Footsteps rushed to where I was lying. "Hey buddy," hands shook me awake.Opening my eyes, I looked up at the faces looming over me and let out a heavy sigh."I didn't...cut myself," I murmured, my voice hoarse. For some reason, it was the last thing on my mind. It was there, but I was able to dodge it."Good job," Darren said with his signature smile, clapping my shoulder. "Okay, he's fine. "You all can leave now.""Wait, what?""Yes, not to sound like a dick, but you didn't make a difference the whole day. It isn't going to change now. He locked himself...away from you, for a reason." I closed my eyes, knowing it was true. I couldn't look at

"I would have thought you read the code of conduct because you walked in those doors," I raised both my brows. "It doesn't matter what you wear. I need your brain, not your fashion sense. It's just up to you to look as presentable as possible while rocking your style and not the uptight business dress code. Plus, you look clean in a pair of jeans and a tshirt," I said referring to Damien's outfit."Thank you," he shot Darren a smirk. "Boss. Anyway, I was wondering if I could...start my quest to find people to work with for the movie trailer. Camilla on the sixth floor told me that we're allowed to find our crew,""Of course you are,""I hope I'm not overstepping or anything. I just got excited about it and I hope it's not too soon. I also wanted to redo the cover shoot if it's permitted,""Damien, the company doesn't aim to steal your work. I find it very interesting and more productive if the author is hands-on with the project because they know their work and how they want it to be.

"Oh, the police aren't going to be able to help in this case," she said with a sigh. "Come on. I have about an hour before my flight takes off."Jackson and I followed behind her to an empty office downstairs. As soon as the doors closed, Jackson engulfed her in a hug, startling her a little. "Whoa there, big guy," she said, laughing quietly as she hugged him back."Are you okay?" Jackson asked, pulling back. "What was that about outside?""I called off the deal, and he was here for his daughter," she said."I'm pretty sure it was more than that, bunny," I said, stepping closer. "Want to tell us what you got yourself into?" I eyed her, taking her hand. She looked between the two of us nervously."It's nothing. I just told you, he's mad about—""Bunny, I was under the impression that you are aware of the consequences of keeping secrets...like these," I said quietly. "We could help. Whatever you're onto," Samantha looked up at Jackson and me, biting her red-stained lower lip. "Bunny, he

| Samantha |"Hey sweetie, permission to enter?" I raised my head to look at my dad peeking in."Come on in, Papa." I sat up and leaned against the headboard. He came over to sit on the other end of the bed, his feet dangling."How are you, baby?""Dad, you've asked me that question numerous times during dinner," I said, turning to look at him. "What's going on?""Nothing. I just happened to realise that my baby seems to be carrying the world on her shoulder," he said, letting out a tiny look. "And I'm your father. I know when someone's bothering you. You haven't visited us in quite some time now," I eyed him sideways. "Not that I'm complaining. I know you're busy.""I didn't know I needed a reason to see my parents. I shall be packing my bags tomorrow.""And I'll cuff you to this bed; you're being dramatic. We're happy that you're here with us, baby."How's Mom? Last time, you said she was getting headaches." I changed the topic."She's fine now. We went to the doctor, and they gave