Daddy Won't See

SEQUEL TO DADDY WON'T KNOW
You all know Krissy and Colton's story but you have never read them like this.
Meet the new Krissy, or as everyone now calls her Evans, at her new boarding school. She's the head badass and the most feared with only one friend, Macy.
She goes on in life without a care in the world. She's no longer a Daddy's Girl.
But where's Colton? Dead maybe?
Find out in Daddy Won't See!

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1. "The nicer you are the easier it is for you to get hurt"

Prologue

Krissy Evans.

Krissy, everyone called me.

Now I'm just Evans. In the place I'm in, no one is called by their first name. Not by the 'teachers' or any 'student'.

You see, I was in this hell hole because my so called father threw me here. Can you guess where I am? Boarding school.

I hated him with a burning passion for dumping me here. He was nothing to me now, merely my sperm donor. I no longer had a family.

Here, this was my school. It might seem hard to believe but I was feared by the others here. I was no longer that cute, little, innocent daddy’s girl. The school, or prison as I like to look at it, was strictly all girls. It was a relief for all the girls to have an all boy’s school just at the end of the street.

Me? I wasn’t interested.

I know you are all just so anxious to know what happened after that day. More importantly what became of Colton?

Colton is alive.

Barely.

 

Chapter 1

"The nicer you are the easier it is for you to get hurt"

“Evans!” I was startled by a loud, angry voice. I lifted my head from my desk and rubbed my tired eyes until I became more awake. I was in the middle of a class. I couldn’t remember which class but I couldn’t care less. The teacher, Mr. Steph really had it in for me. Not that I blamed him, most of the people did here.

“Would you like to repeat what I just said?” he asked, although it didn’t sound like a question.

“No, not really,” I replied sleepily.

I felt a large yawn coming on and I didn’t at all try to hide it. Ignoring his glare, I set my head down against the cold, wooden desk and let my eyes flutter shut.

“It wasn’t a question, Evans! God, you are so pathetic, it’s depressing!” Mr. Steph raised his voice and held up his wooden pointer as a threat.

He didn’t scare me, no one did.

“You know what’s even more depressing, Stephanie? When people interrupt your dreams. Especially when they’re even better than reality,” I said, annoyed.

“What did you called me?” he hissed.

“But you wouldn’t know, would you, Stephanie? Because to have those amazing dreams, you need a conscious and a heart, both things you lack,” I finished.

The crowed of the class left an eco of ‘ooou’s around the room. Surprisingly, none of the girls here had the guts to speak out to the teachers. They were all too scared of being hit.

I might have only been here for a couple months now but I have not once been hit by any teacher or staff member here. I can tell that many of them are itching to just teach me a lesson with a hard slap across the face, but due to the law, none of them had…yet.

Stephanie (Mr. Steph) swung his pointer from hand to hand. The class became stiff and silent when he raised it above my head. He brought it down forcefully, hitting the desk, just missing my head and hand.

He wouldn’t dare.

“Go on, hit me,” I taunted him.

He glared down at me. I lay back in my seat and propped my feet up on the desk. Getting comfortable, I rest my arms at the back of my head and stared him down.

“Come on. Do it!”

Nothing.

“You wimp! I dare you!”

Still nothing.

This time I got in his face.

“I knew it. You’re the pathetic one. Stand up for yourself!” I taunted.

The nicer you are the easier it is for you to get hurt, I thought to myself. I used to be weak, let people push me around, but I learned. You get nothing in life from being weak. This guy is no exception. He shouldn’t let a seventeen-year-old girl push him around.

I got up out of my seat and stormed out of the room. I could feel all the eyes of the class fixed on me until I exited their view and strolled down the hall. I don’t get them. It’s not like something I haven’t done before. They’ve seen it all before.

I trotted down the hallways of the school until I found my dorm. Room number 13, unlucky, huh? Thankfully they kept me on the first floor. Idiots, I tell you! I swear, they want me to escape every night.

Where would I be going exactly? Every evening during visiting hours, I go see the only person I care about anymore. My boyfriend.

I unlocked my door and flopped down on my bed, letting out a loud, annoyed sigh.  

“Gave in, huh? You should have just spent the day with me,” a voice from beside me said.

I turned on my side to see Macy straightening her hair, sitting crossed legged on her bed. Remember how I said that no other girl here had the guts to back talk the teachers? Or how everyone was scared of me? Well that applies to everyone except this girl. Macy had been my best friend ever since I got here. She helped me become the person I am now. A tough bitch.

“Yup,” I said popping the ‘p’.  

Then I realized the time. It was the last class of the day and I didn’t want to waste anytime. I tugged on my boots and grabbed my winter coat.

Yes, summer was over. Apparently, I’d been that hell hole for months now but it felt more like years, time went by differently there.

“Heading out already?” Macy asked.

“Yeah, as always,” I responded.

“But it’s too early. Let me come with you,” she insisted, climbing off the bed.

“No! Seriously I’ve got it,” I told her.

“Fine if that’s what you want,” she sighed in defeat.

“Don’t Die!” she called out as I left the room.

“I won’t!” I called back, rolling my eyes.

I wrapped my scarf around my neck. It was finally snowing outside. The air looked so soothing, as the white flakes fell gracefully from the sky. Everything looked so peaceful.

This time of the day was the only time I was able to relax. Of course, I should be alert and aware due to the fact that I wasn’t allowed out, but sneaking away from the school.

By the time I got there, visiting hours were still running for another hour or so. I hopped off the bus and ran for the doors, almost slamming into them. They were automatic.

I started wandering the halls; they had that smell as always.

That hospital smell.

Yes, I was visiting Colton. This was my everyday routine and I hadn’t been caught yet.

On my way into his room I ran into his doctor, Dr. Serine.

“How is he today?” I asked her hopefully.

“Sorry Miss. Flynn, same al always no new changes,” she informed me gloomily

I gave a little nod. I took Colton’s last name in the hospital so the school or Alison, Colton’s mom, couldn’t find me.

Holding back tears, I leaned over Colton as he lay in the hospital bed. I stroked his hair and caressed his cheek. This was the only place where I was weak. With Colton. Whether he was conscious or in his state now.

In a coma.

“Hi, Colton,” I choked out.

“Nothing much has changed since yesterday. I uh, I was thinking of dying my hair. Black. What do you think?” I asked.

“I wish I could hear you answer. They said you might be able to hear me,” I said as a tear escaped, rolling down my cheek.

“I haven’t seen your mom at all but I haven’t herd anything bad either so I think she’s doing good,” I said reassuringly.

“Please Lover Boy,” I begged, “If you’re in there, if you can here me, give me a sign. Anything. Please.”

I waited what felt like a life time but was really only a minute. I waited with so much hope and love that he would find his way back to me. Then reality slapped my in the face when nothing happened. The doctor had said nothing new had happened, nothing was going to happen. Not today.

For the next hour, I fell asleep sitting in the chair by Colton’s bed with my head on his chest. I dreamed in my sleep. It was more of a memory though. I dreamed of the best day of my life. The day I spent with Colton at the park. And our first kiss.

 

A/N: Yes, I'm back! I hoped you liked the first chapter even if it was a little sad. Please leave me a comment, I can't wait to hear from all of you again, thank you for being so supportive and staying with me, it's good to be back and writing again!

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