I screamed when mom said we we're going to visit dad in jail, shaking my head continuously.
"Jessica Morgan Abberdile! Stop screaming!" My mother said, placing her hand softly over my mouth, "He will be behind glass with guards all around him."
"Why do you want to see him?" I asked, thoughts whirling through my mind.
"I feel bad for him, now turn off victorious and lets go." My mom said calmly.
I sighed, turning off the tv and dragging myself into the car, I slowly brushed my long black hair while my dark blue eyes almost closed I was so tired.
"We're here sweetie." My mom sighed, pulling me out of the car and bringing me inside.
I clutched Angel as we walked into the building, it was cold in there and I didn't like the smell.
"We're here for Greg Bale." My mom said to a guard.
"Right this way ma'am." He led us to a booth with a telephone and two chairs.
I gulped as I saw my dad sit down, his dark hair looked messy and he looked very distressed.
"I'm sorry Jess." He whispered, "My dad was just like me."
I froze, he did not just say that...or did he? "Daddy, I-I." I touched my hand to the glass and watched as he put his hand on the opposite side.
"I didn't want to turn out like this..." He whispered.
I looked over at mom, she had tears sliding down her cheeks.
"Look what we got daddy." I held up Angel, smiling.
He raised his eyebrows, "Wow, what type of dog is she?"
"A havanese." I smiled.
Mom stood up, whispering something to a guard.
The guard nodded, he looked unsure but he went into the room daddy was in and pulled him out, seating him on a couch.
He had handcuffs on and there was a chain on them that was clutched in the guard's hand.
I slowly walked over to daddy, gulping as I sat down on the couch opposite of him.
My mom walked over to dad, sitting next to him and hugging him.
I held my breath, waiting for him to turn into himself again, but he just held mama and kissed her head.
"Daddy, are you faking?" I asked, scooting closer to him.
He shook his head, tears falling down his cheeks.
I cautiously walked over to him, touching my hand to his head, "I was always ashamed of having your hair color daddy." I whispered, "But now I'm proud."
Daddy pulled me into his arms and hugged me.
I had never been hugged by him before and it felt really good, I hugged him back and let tears slip down my cheeks.
"Bale, you have a visitor." another guard walked into the room.
Mom stood up, leading me out of the room.
"Mom, who is daddy's new visitor?" I asked.
Mom shrugged, hugging me.
to be continued...









