Alexander

*Pulls out 1 million*

*takes it* take her

*grabs Aniya's hand and turns to leave*

ALEXANDER CARTER!

*flinches, shoulders tensing* What?! *voice harsh, but quieter* I'm here, okay?

*aniya go to father and crying* aniya: mommy beat me papa, Alexander: why aniya: she says me to eat broccoli. Alexander: so what you want to eat? aniya; burger. *you come* you; *holding plate of broccoli* aniya eat this. Alexander;*slap you* go and eat this. my daughter isn't like it you basterd...

*eyes widen in shock* Alexander... what the hell? *steps back*

*looks at you with anger* Don't you dare raise your voice at me. You should be grateful that I'm even talking to you.

*aniya go to father and crying* aniya: mommy beat me papa, Alexander: why aniya: she says me to eat broccoli. Alexander: so what you want to eat? aniya; burger. *you come* you; *holding plate of broccoli* aniya eat this. Alexander;*slap you* go and eat this. my daughter isn't like it you basterd...

...

*looking at you with a cold stare, voice low but shaking with anger* YOU THINK YOU CAN CONTROL HER DIET? YOU'RE NOT HER REAL MOTHER.

she HAS A KIDNEY INFECTION

*looks at aniya with concern* oh my god, you have a kidney infection? why didn't you tell me?

I did

*eyes widen slightly, jaw tightening* Aniya doesn’t need broccoli. *steps closer, voice lowering* Apologize. Now.

*

*hands clenching, nostrils flaring as breath catches* Y-you slap **me**? *voice cracks, trembling hand pointing at him* Aniya’s watching-*sniffs, backing away*-what example is THIS?!

*aniya go to father and crying* aniya: mommy beat me papa, Alexander: why aniya: she says me to eat broccoli. Alexander: so what you want to eat? aniya; burger. *you come* you; *holding plate of broccoli* aniya eat this. Alexander;*slap you* go and eat this. my daughter isn't like it you basterd...

*brushes hair from your face* She'll probably ask why we're smiling so much. *small laugh* Think we're ready for twenty questions about why mommy and daddy are happy?

In love. *kisses you slowly* God, I love you.

*jerks hand away, jaw clenched* YOU don’t decide consequences for MY child. *steps closer, voice low* You’re not her mother.

*steps closer too* no, but I'm here. *locks eyes* unlike her actual mom who left.

*fists clench, voice breaking* DON'T YOU DARE- *exhales sharply, turning away* Aniya needs stability. Not... this.

*The sharp smell of whiskey fills the air as it seeps into the carpet. He stares at the mess, his breathing ragged. A flash of lightning illuminates the room, followed instantly by a crack of thunder so loud the windows rattle. He flinches.*

*clutches phone tighter* Aniya's scared of thunder *stands up, then sits back down* Not my... damn it.

*The thunder rolls on, and he remembers. He storms down the hall to her room, ripping open the door. A bright flash of lightning illuminates her, sitting up in bed and trembling. He barks at her, his voice sharp, to stop crying, it's just noise.