Riley

Chalter 33

Riley's POV
My heart drops.
"What. That's impossible, my father died in 2000 from a car accident. " I stumble over my words.

"Yea, Mhm. No. I am your father. I didn't die in an accident. " He tries to explain.

"Take the mask off." Riley demands

He willingly complies and takes the mask off. His bright green eyes match the color of mine. His hair is black and wavy around his white face.

Oh my gosh. This man really is my father.

I reach out to touch his face before I put thought into it. His eyes close at my touch and he leans into it.

"Riley I've missed you. I haven't seen you since you were 13. how old are you now, 17 right?" He says smoothly.

Anger surges through me and I move my hands from his face, before I smack it instead of touching it. "Where you the one who was In charge of everything...getting me here?" I ask

"Yep. Brilliant right." He smiles showing all of his straight teeth.

"Every single thing?"

"Yes, why?" He asks genuinely confused.

"How could you shoot your own wife's father!" I shout. I take a breath to calm myself. "My grandfather?" Tears prick at the back of my eyes but don't fall.

"I had to get her away from you. In order to get you here." He shrugs as if it's all so easy. "She would have never left you by yourself for any other reason. "

My eyes water up.

"Grandpa..." I sniffle. "And you shot down your wife's plane when she tried to catch a flight to see him!" I yell

"One of you go get her some tissue. We have a cryer here." He tells one of the men and waves them off.

"Riley..." He shakes his head. "She would have come back for you... I couldn't let that happen. " He raises his brows, then relaxes them.

I raise my hand to smack him. Peter grabs my wrist right before my hand could connect with his face. My so called father doesn't flinch or even move.

"You monster." I start to to cry.

I don't try to hold my tears in. I lean into Peter and he strokes my hair out of my face. Peters skin is warm against my cheek and I rest it against his shoulder and cry.

"Oh stop the pity party, cut the crying. You just seen your father after 4 years. You should be crying of happiness. " he says

"You shot down my mothers plane!" I scream as a whole box of tissue is handed to me by the man.

He starts to chuckle, which turns into full scale laughing. He stops suddenly and grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"That woman wasn't your mother."
He shakes his head. "She was my wife though, your right about that, and she was quite pretty."

"How dare you say that she wasn't my mother!" I snatch my chin away from him and his hand twitches. He places his hand on the floor, on top of the gun.

"Do you want me to tell you the story?" He asks raising an eye brow.

"What story?"

"The whole 'car accident' thing, what really happened, what really happened to your mother, and who the woman is that you believed to be your mother."

"I just want to know what really happened to my birth mother." I say

"You'll have to wait. I can't spoil the story, silly. " he smiles.

"Marco, go get some popcorn." He demands. "Now!" He yells after no one moves.

" Can't boss, you shot me in the foot." The voice behind me says

"Ah, okay, I see. Brent, go get popcorn. My bad Marco. " The man that was being rude to me on the walk down that long hall hurries out of the room.

--5 minutes later--
Marco returns with two huge bowls of popcorn. He hands them to me and grimaces at me as I take them. He leaves the room again.

"Okay. " He claps his hand together in delight. "You can come over here too. This popcorn is for you three."
He tells Daniel with out looking at him.

Marco returns with three glass cups of water and we all take one. He stands behind us as Peter, Daniel, and I stare at this monster in front of us.

"Okay. Story time." He takes a hand full of popcorn and shoves it in his mouth. "Okay I lied. The popcorn is for me too." He says grinning. He takes and hand full of popcorn and stuffs his face.