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Ch. 37: Father

• {Chapter 37} •
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|| F a t h e r ||

《1st POV》

"Are you sure you want to go in there? You know, there are other days."

Katsuki and I stood in front of the white, prison building. It nearly had any windows but it looked like a decent prison.

"No..." I replied, still staring at the building. I was definitely not sure if I wanted to go. I then turned to him. "...I'm not sure, but I have to get over this first if I want to be capable of handling anything else in the future."

Katsuki held onto my shoulders and made sure I looked him in the eyes with assurance. "Well, go on ahead then," he exhaled; I could tell he was nervous for me. "I'll be waiting here, mkay? Take your time. I'm here for you."

"You can wait inside, you know," I suggested. We actually came by bus, because Katsuki thought he’d want to comfort me instead of multitasking his attention while driving.

"It’s okay, I think the weather’s pretty nice,” he nodded around with a grin, "I think you may need a bit of alone time in that waiting room after talking to him. If not, come straight to me."

He kissed me on the cheek, and I nodded, returning a smile. After assuring me once more, I walked toward the building.

I asked for the name of my father—the name I’ve never said for years—and shut my mouth the moment I said it as if his name was profanity.

Someone guided me to the visiting room—three out of the seven booths were filled—where I sat behind a window pane. Though in a generation of high technology, an old, yellow telephone hung next to me as I wait for Father. 

In just a few minutes, the door on the other side opened, but I continued staring at the knuckles I’ve been picking at. Until I saw the figure in orange settle in front of me, I slowly glanced up.

Meeting eye contact with Father, small abusive flashbacks ran through my head, but I shook them off. Father aged and possessed wrinkles. He looked like a mixed drunk and drug addict...but I knew it was because he was fed up with this prison for so many years.

However, the man in front of me didn’t look fazed and simply picked up the phone. As my hand reached for it, I immediately stopped myself, because my hand was trembling. I simply took in a breath and out before picking it up and putting it to my ear. 

“Hello?” He first answered, and his voice almost threw me into panic, but I remembered to keep it calm.

I didn’t bring extra medication, because I wanted to prove myself that I’m better even after what he did to me. 

"Who are you? Is..there something you need from me?"

I blinked twice surprised and chuckled nervously while trying to stay positive. "Don’t worry, I wouldn’t be able to recognize you either...Father."

Finally, his eyes widened. "[Y-Y/n]...?" His voice cut off like he hadn't drank any water.

"Mhm.." I trailed with a nod.

"Now that you mention it, I do see a bit of your mother in you," he scoffed with a smug already-annoyed look, and suddenly the mood dropped that moment.

"Why are you here? Did you come just after your little treatment in rehab? Are you really cured?"

I bit the inside of my cheek and gulped. My leg started bouncing up and down. Guess hatred still exists among us. "I actually left that a couple of years ago. I had to go back for a week due to an incident, but I’m doing well now."