Page 68 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

"There you are," I said to Nick as Clark followed me into the living room.

Nick looked like he hadn't slept all night. Had he been up all night worrying for my safety? That's how Clark was when I told him about my past. They were both so different, so I had no idea how Nick would come to terms with the scale of danger I was in.

"We should go see your parents in prison," Nick said. "I'm sure you have things to say to them but couldn't, maybe because you didn't want them to punish you. But now you can, and you'll feel better that you did. When your past haunts you, the best thing you can do is get some closure. Some people choose to ignore it and hope they forget the whole thing, but such people end up being miserable."

I wasn't sure how I'd feel about seeing them again, but when Daddy Clark agreed, I knew it was one of those times when Daddies knew best. So we dressed up and had breakfast, stopping at the police station to give my statement.

"You're allowed to change your mind," Daddy Nick said as I just sat in the car staring out the window when we reached the penitentiary.

"Yeah, we won't think any less of you if you want to leave," Daddy Clark added.

I took a deep breath. "No, I have to do this. I'll regret not speaking my mind if I don't do this now."

I held onto my Daddies' hand and we went through security checks. They filled the form and with each step I took, I got more nervous. The moment I lay eyes on them in the room, nervousness turned to rage. There were my oppressors, the monsters responsible for all my worries. They weren't worthy to hold the title of being called parents.

A part of me wanted to lunge at them and ask what was wrong with them for being so fucked up, to ask where had things gone so wrong in their lives that they felt the need to make their own children suffer. But some people had no rhyme or reason for their motives. Some people just wanted to watch the world burn and suffer, even when the people at hand were their own children.

Prison broke some people and it gave them time to think of their actions, but my parents weren't one of them. They looked ever so proud of their actions. Today wasn't going to be about who had the last word, or making them see their mistakes. Like my Daddies said, it was about me trying to end this chapter of my life by getting some closure.

I hated them so much and there was so much to say, but one thing came to mind the most. There wasn't going to be no hello or goodbye. They didn't deserve to be greeted like humans.

"You hated your life and you wanted to make ours just as miserable. Well, you almost succeeded, but was it really worth it when in the end we turned out to be nothing like the monsters you are? Yes, we're well on our way to being the happy and wholesome people you didn't want us to be. Soon we'll forget all about the torture you've put us through. It'll be nothing more than a nightmare with the professional help we're about to get. I'm just here to let you know you didn't win. You tried really hard but failed. What you did was horrible and you'll pay for it for the rest of your lives. Meanwhile, we'll be out in the free world living our lives with friends and lovers. Yes, you heard that right. All of your children are in school now, where they're making friends and getting along really well. You didn't want us to have friends and lovers. Wasn't that why you didn't want us to leave the house? As of yesterday, Miles has a new girlfriend, and I'm in love with Clark and Nick here. All those lengthy rituals to break us, and at the end, it was all for nothing."

Well, the truth was that Miles and I still struggled with our past every day, but we were soon getting the help we needed. There were little joys in our lives now, and it was such little moments that made life worth living.

My mother scoffed. "Is that why you're here? You thought you could waltz in here with your boytoys and make us realize our mistakes? You always were defiant, but you're also delusional. You have our blood running through your veins. You'll realize you're just as evil and ugly inside one day. You'll choose yourself over your boyfriends here, just like we chose ourselves over our children because that's how selfish we are. Your boyfriends will leave you because you're a burden. You were a burden on us and you'll be a burden on them."

They knew nothing about the attack on me, but were they predicting I'd choose to save myself and let my Daddies die because I'm selfish like them?

"Nothing could be farther from the truth. I'd die for my Daddies and do it all over again because I'm not incapable of love like you."

"She suffered to keep her siblings safe," Daddy Clark interrupted. "Wasn't that enough hint that she's nothing like the two of you? Our babygirl isn't a burden on anyone. She brings nothing but joy in our lives."

I shifted my gaze between my Daddies and they both looked so proud of me. I always thought I was a lost cause, but in truth, it was my parents who were lost causes. They had strayed from the right path long ago and nothing could save them.

"I've said what I came here to say." I smiled at my men. "Take me home. I want to spend all day cuddling up to my Daddies and feeling your love. I know I'm going to have a good day today knowing I'm being showered by love while my oppressors spend their time in a cell where they belong."

Chapter 29: Nick

I paced around the living room early morning. Slowly but surely, I was going insane. I'd never been so anxious, not since… Well, there was only one way to make things right. I couldn't live on like this.

Clark walked into the living room carrying Jenna on his hip. There was my sweet girl, sucking on her binky and with Doggo and Bunno clutched to her chest. She was the sweetest girl there ever was. She carried around both the stuffies her Daddies had gifted her, because one felt lonely without the other, she claimed, and that she couldn't live without them. This only made what I was going to do so much harder.

"There you are, Daddy," Jenna said with a bright smile, handing her binky to Clark who then put it away. "You've been waking up quite early these days. You aren't staying up all night playing video games, are you?"

"We need to talk," I said with a sigh and her smile instantly faded, looking up at her Daddy for solace.

"Oh, no," she said as her Daddy sat her down between us on the couch. "Nobody ever wanted to sit down and talk when it's something good. Give it to me straight, Daddy. Are you having second thoughts about us living here? I'll clean up after myself, I promise. I was just too lost playing with my toys and then I was sleepy and had to go to bed without putting them away."

"Oh, sweetheart," I said as my heart broke into a million pieces. "I wish it was something so simple."

Now she looked concerned, and I opened my mouth to speak but the words refused to come out. I couldn't believe I was doing this.

"I haven't been sleeping very well the past few days. I was the one who suggested we take my car, the car that had a bomb and almost killed your Daddy, the car that you would've gotten in without second thought. I almost got you killed, and you wouldn't be here if you hadn't tripped and fallen. And all because of what, extra trunk space? How stupid of me!"

"Don't blame yourself, Daddy! You couldn't have known. Silly me. I've been so lost wallowing in self-pity, I didn't even check on you to see if you were fine after everything. I'm so sorry."

I couldn't believe how pure this angel was.