Little Miss Levine


19. Chapter 19

(Adam's POV)

"I'm not going to work. Rob called and said he was sick so I'm off all week.", Jolie said as she walked into the kitchen, ruffling her now red hair. Her tongue ran over the piercings on her lips.

"Your lips are swollen.", I commented. When she came closer I ran my thumb over her mouth, the metal grazing my fingertip.

"The guy that did it said they would be for about two days. It won't look as bad when I put on makeup.", she replied.

Later on in the day, the rest of the guys came over to watch a football game. Jolie was in her room, searching for her phone charger when Jason came in.

"Where is Jay at?", he asked frantically. "I've got to talk to her, now.", he demanded.

"Um, she's in her room. Something wrong?", I questioned.

"Hell yeah, there's something wrong.", he growled as Jolie came into the room with her charger. His hands wrapped around her throat, as if to choke her, but he didn't squeeze. "Your daughter is a fucking whore, that's what's wrong." Jolie gasped in surprise.

"Excuse me?", she scoffed.

"What are these pictures all about, hm?", he asked, showing her his phone. Jolie's eyes widened in surprise.

"Jason, baby, those are from a week ago! I was drunk! I'm not a whore.", she explained.

"Mr. Levine, sir, would you like to see them?", he implied.

"Uh, sure.", I answered, confused. He handed me his phone, showing me a photo of Jolie kissing... a girl. I looked back at her and raised my eyebrows. "Are these real?", I asked. "Tell me the truth."

"Yes, they're real! I was intoxicated, daddy!", she insisted.

"Then it's over. You're a fucking whore. And I'm sure we all know who you get it from.", Jason jeered, walking out the door. Jolie twisted him back around to face her, kissed him as hard as she could, then slapped him across the cheek.

"You're not going to about me that way, and you're certainly not going to talk about my daddy that way. And at least I can handle my alcohol.", she hissed, pushing him out the door.

"That was the day before I attempted suicide.", she noted as she wiped sweat from her forehead.

"So why'd you kiss a girl?", Matt asked.

"I don't wanna talk about it.", she replied. "I'm going to watch the game in my room."

"You do know that means she's going to cry, right?", Matt implied.

"Yeah, I know.", I groaned, getting up. "I'm going to sit with her for a while."

"Jolie, honey, open the door.", I cooed, gently pressing up against the door.

"Are y-you mad at me?", she sniffed.

"No, I'm not mad at you.", I affirmed, still speaking through the door.

"It's open.", she replied. I opened the door and she was in a pile of covers on her bed.

"Can I lay with you?", I appealed.

"Sure.", she whimpered, lifting up the covers. I climbed underneath and pulled her close.

"It's gonna be okay, you know? And I'm not mad. I'm glad you weren't going to let him talk to you that way. I've done silly stuff like that when I was drunk, too.", I whispered, pushing a damp piece of hair out of her eyes.

"Like what?", she queried.

"Um, you know... I had a.. A foursome.", I blushed, ashamed of myself.

"Oh. Well I made out with that girl in the bathroom, so I guess I know how you feel.", she admitted. She paused for a moment. "Will you sing to me?"

"Of course.", I said.

"Oh uh-huh

If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea

I'll sail the world to find you

If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see

I'll be the light to guide you

Find out what we're made of

When we are called to help our friends in need

You can count on me like 1, 2, 3

I'll be there

And I know when I need it

I can count on you like 4, 3, 2

You'll be there

'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

Ooooooh, oooohhh yeah, yeah", I sang quietly.

"I love the sound of your voice. It makes me feel safe.", Jolie sighed.

"You make me feel safe, too.", I chuckled. "You could beat the shit out of anyone you wanted."

"Well who do you think I get these biceps from?", she giggled, squeezing my arm.

"Stop, that tickles!", I squealed.

(Matt's POV)

I gave Jesse and the other guys a puzzled look as we all were leaned against the door of Jolie's bedroom, and heard Adam squealing that something was tickling him.

"No, no! I'm ticklish too!", we heard Jolie say.

"No, Daddy! Didn't you hear me? That tickles!", she gasped. Adam laughed in response.

"Aw, that's sweet.", James smiled.

"Not so loud!", Mickey hissed. "They'll hear us!"

There was faint whispering through the door, and then nothing.

"Do you think he's just going to stay in there?", Mickey supposed.

"Maybe. Let's just go back in the living room. We're missing the game.", I shrugged.

(Adam's POV)

"I think they're standing outside the door.", Jolie whispered.

"They are.", I rolled my eyes. We waited for a moment, not speaking, until we heard them leave. We both laughed at their immaturity to listen to us from behind the door.

"Will you stay in here with me? Er- I mean you don't have to. You can go watch the game with the guys.", she said.

"No, no. I wanna stay in here.", I insisted, kissing the top of her head.

"I love you, daddy.", Jolie whispered.

"I love you, too. If you go to sleep, you might feel better.", I advised. She nodded her head against me in response.

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