LITTLE MISS PETTY

3. SACRIFICES {PART TWO}.

DANIEL’S POV:

Just like Father unfortunately predicted, Mom was back after a few days. She was so worried about DJ — everyone called David that because he was Father's namesake, and I. I remember one night during the middle of summer and Father threw his phone at mom. She woke both DJ and I from our sleep, telling us we had to be quiet because were going to runaway that night.

I saw the relief on David's face. But I was mortified. I didn't want to leave. Why?

Because I knew my mother would take me to Europe where our grandparents lived and I would never see Chloé again. I remember telling my mother to go with DJ and Damon and that I wasn't coming with them.

I was ready to stay with my abusive father just so I could see Chloé's smile everyday. If I leave, she'll find another minion to replace me and I won't be her husband anymore. She'd....forget about me.

That wasn't going to happen. We got married. My Grandfather always told my mother anytime she ran away from my Father that "What God has joined together, let no man put asunder."

I hated when he always said that to her instead of comforting her and letting her stay with him. My older brother said our Grandfather misinterpreted the Bible a lot. But tonight, I used that scripture he loved to misinterpret, for Chloé and I. No one was going to come in between Chloé and I.

My mother didn't leave after I resisted. She couldn't leave me. I wanted her to go, she deserved to go and be free from my father. But she stayed....for a while. Although my mother was mostly known as the wife of the IT tycoon — David Snow. She was also an actress before she married Father. As a way to escape without him knowing she was truly gone, Mom travelled to London a lot for her career. Father found it confusing she decided to pick up her career back in London considering we resided in the city of fame and also known to be the headquarters of the International Entertainment Industry. I guess he never put two and two together to realize that this was her way of escaping and keeping us....unharmed.

But DJ and I promised ourselves that we wouldn't tell Mom that Dad still occasionally hit us out of rage. It is because we knew that she would abandon her quiet escape and come back to protect us in anyway she could.

The days of summer rolled by so slowly as I longed to see her. I inwardly prayed every night that she wasn't going to change schools. I grew helpless and sometimes hopeless. The seconds away from her slowly turned to minutes, the minutes into hours, the hours into days, the days into weeks, the weeks into months.

But finally...

First day of the first grade came along.

I remember how I entered the class with agitation as I searched for her all around. I ignored all the familiar faces that were excited to see me and tried to talk to me. She was not here.

I checked the other first grade classes and she's not in any of them as well. Oh no.

Chloé where are you?

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"Are you looking for Chloé?" Irene came to my seat during lunch time.

I glared at her. "Stand up. That is Chloé's seat."

"And who told you she's coming back?" She batted her eyelashes at me.

I hated Irene. Anyone close to Chloé were all my enemies because I believed that they might take Chloé from me if I'm not careful.

"Just because you're a girl, doesn't mean I won't fight you." My seven year old mouth declared. "Stand up from that seat."

"Irene if you move, just know you are an idiot." André out of nowhere came to us. "Sit down there."

"This is none of your business."

"I'm making it my business. Don't think I forgot about how you and Chloé planted bubble gum on my seat during our Kindergarten graduation at the last day of school."

"Just a little fun André." I smiled.

"FUN?! Everyone called me booty-gum throughout that day!" He whined and the entire class started laughing until he glared at all of them.

"Remember when you broke Chloé sunglasses she took to school?" I folded my arms.

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" He defended.

No one destroys Chloé's prized possessions.

"Didn't that happen a week after you came to this school?" Drake turned around with amazement.

"Wait, Chloé held this in her heart from the beginning of the semester till our Graduation day?!" Tania and her entourage stood up in shock.

"Do you want to become bootie-gum next?" I rose my brow at her. "Chloé was hurt that's why."

"FOR MONTHS...over some glasses. Have you been into Chloé's room? She has an entire shelf filled with sunglasses!" André's jaw dropped. "You do everything Chloé says and it's a good thing she isn't coming back." He hissed at me and walked back to his seat.

"What do you mean she's not coming back? And how do you know that?" Fear caught my heart. Did she play with this i***t during the summer? And she left and didn't send anyone to tell me?!

"Simple. She's not coming back." He didn't look back at me as he said it then sat on his seat. Drake looked at his best friend intently. "And I know because Chloé spent the summer mostly at my house. I'm her new Best friend." He turned and smiled at me.

I was about run up to him to place on his face the kind of Superman punch Roman Reigns gives to the person he's fighting with in the ring. But something stopped me.

Chloé will never make someone her Best friend. I'm the closest thing she has to a Best Friend or even a friend. And she hates André. I realized the i***t is lying just to get a reaction out of me.

Not today Satan.

*

It's been a week since André told me Chloé changed schools. At this point, I was ready to believe him. Chloé was gone. How was I going to find her?

I could barely concentrate during classes. I missed Chloé messing with my tie and singing while she drew shoes that couldn't fit her until she grew a bit older.

School and life as a whole made no sense without Chloé and I frustrating André and making him go mad. I love that he hates Chloé. Good, that way, he could never steal her from me because she hates him too.

It was another Monday without Chloé's angelic singing voice as she normally rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms and placed it on my table then bent my head to close my eyes and imagine her. But no matter how much I tried, it didn't feel real. I heaved a heavy sigh. I needed to runaway from home and start searching every elementary school I could find.

My thoughts were interrupted by the screeching of the empty chair besides me. Anger pumped through my veins as I was ready to give Irene a piece of my mind for sitting on a chair that was meant to be Chloé's. Although she wasn't here, I still wouldn't allow anyone to sit on it. She's the only seat mate I will ever get to have.

"GET UP!" I flew up on my feet with my fists clenched so tight.

A set of hazel eyes shimmered with fear as she shifted back uncomfortably. All my anger went a minute I saw her face. My clenched fists were gone and now replaced with a sense of longing.

"Mister Blue?" She looked at me with hesitation yet concerned.

"Chloé." I breathed out.

She was about to say something but I quickly cut her short when I leaped onto her and wrapped my arms so tight around her soft beautifully scented body. It felt like a dream that I didn't want to wake up from.

"Chloé.." I held on to her tighter like a baby chick that was finally reunited with his mother.

"AWWWWWWWW!!!" I heard the entire class say before almost all ran to Chloé and I's seats.

"Chloé where were you?!"

"Why are you resuming now?"

"Daniel was a mess without you!"

"You look different."

"I thought André said you changed schools."

That was when Chloé removed herself from our hug. "André said what?!" She stared at the person that said it.

"Yeah, André said you live in South Korea now." Wes said.

"He said South Africa you dummy!" Tania attacked.

"He said I changed schools and now live in another country?!" Anger emerged on my wife's face and I couldn't help but smile with pride. We are definitely going to teach him a lesson after school.

In a split second, the door opened, André and the smartest boy in the class walked in laughing. The former's face fell when he noticed Chloé's presence.

"You told them I moved?!" Her pitchy voice screamed.

"What are you going to do about it?" He stuck his tongue out.

"The reason why I didn't resume is because HE gave me Chicken Pox! But he healed faster while I was sick for an extra week!" She stomped her foot.

"EWWW!!" Everyone shrieked and ran back to their seats.

"He gave you Chicken Pox?" It was my turn to get mad. How dare he give her a sickness? And then he lied about it because he knew what I'd do.

Andre's gaze turned to me. "Bro.."

"I am not your 'Bro'." I began walking towards him in a somewhat slow motion.

"My mom said she got it through the air! It's not like I coughed in her face!" André defended.

"Don't listen to him Mister Blue! Aunty Anna told all of us not to go into his room, and we obeyed. Especially me because I really did not want to play with him anyway! So my sisters and I played with just Andrea his younger sister, and his cousins Laura, Lyon, and Christian! But when we were in the cinema room watching a cartoon, André ran in with only his pink patterned boxers with red dots all over his body!"

"WHAT?!" The entire class roared.

"Chloé!" André's eyes widened.

"I was there that day." Jake the smartest boy started laughing.

"Yes yes! Jake was there! I remember Mister Blue!" Chloé hyperactively said. "André started threatening to hug us, saying he missed us. WHICH WAS A LIE! He started screaming like a mad dog as he tried to hug us when we ran away from him. Remember when he started whining his waist as we screamed for him to get away from us?" She looked at Jake who snitched on his friend. He nodded immediately.

My ears couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Everyone tried to run away and considering I didn't know how to run, André jumped on me and hugged me so tight till Aunty Anna came to rescue me. And a day later, I GOT CHICKEN POX!"

The class gasped and turned their eyes to André that had his full gaze on me.

"Daniel." He warned and begged at the same time.

"I will destroy you." There was no emotion on my face anymore.

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what do you think of little Daniel Snow as a whole?

how excited are you to read the chapters of them already grown up and mature?

i know i am!

❄️L.M.P❄️