I Hate You But I Love You More

Chapter 32

I pull my suitcase toward the door, the wheels rolling across the tiled floor. "Khara?" Great. I turn to look at him. "Where are you going?"

"Where do you think?" My eyes shift away from him.

"Let me come with you. You've been travelling back and forth a lot lately. You hate flights and you're not emotionally okay right now." I just wish he would save the speech and stop wasting my time.

"Like you care." My eyes are now piercing into his.

"I do." That's bull.

"No, you dont." My voice is stern and final. "So just stop with your trickery. Stop with your mind games and leave me alone!" I almost scream at him. I don't feel like wondering if Darson is being genuine or not. I've been there.

"Look-"

"I don't want to hear it!" I shout, my eyes welling up. "I don't have time for your apology speech. That's long overdue and then there's that little problem where I don't care anymore." Darson hurt me. My father is dead. I'm not in the mood for this.

"I'll accompany you on the jet from and to here. It's faster. During then I'll disappear and you won't have to see me while you're in Pennsylvania." Things like this confuse me. He acts like he cares now but I've learned from my mistakes.

I don't have the strength to argue.

Darson really did accompany me on the jet. He also remained quiet and a few feet away from me. My air sickness is acting up way worse than any of the other times and I can't help but press a hand to my mouth and run to the airborne toilet. I actually threw up in there and for a minute I stay there wondering where it all goes. You know, all the urine and poop. Surely it doesn't just spray out into the sky.

I open the toilet door and Darson is standing in front there with this concern look on his face. And the Oscar goes to...Darson Meldeev. I throw him a short glare as I brush past him and head for my seat. Just a few more minutes.

I leave the airport in a cab. Darson? He probably disappeared as promised. Nearing my home surfaces an anxiety in my chest. I don't know why I feel so nervous.

Diha opens the front door and her smile vanishes. Lovely to see you too, sister. Her eyes are a bit red and they still manage to eye me, suspiciously. I walk past her and enter the home I know for twenty two years. I grew up in this house. Father won't ever be here again.

"Khara? You didn't say you were coming." My mom appears from the doorway with creased eyebrows.

"Didn't realise I needed the go ahead." I sit on the sofa with a cross of my legs.

"I heard you were here a few days ago. You didn't even tell us. Thought only when you wanted us to know you're in state you'd inform us but turns out you never really communicate with us." Diha is awfully here a lot these days. She used to be on so many trips that she seldom was here. I guess father's funding went to bust and she had no reason but to stay put.

I ignore her comment and focus on mom again. "I've been feeling anxious lately. It's just with dad in the hospital and being away from you guys."

"Dad is going to be fine. He's receiving his treatment. Just be patient." Mom gives her a look and the water builds in my eyes. So they really are keeping it from me.

"You guys have gotten better at it." I shake my head at them.

"Well, sometimes you just have to accept. And he'll be fine." She should stop talking. A bunch of lies.

"You've gotten better at lying. Cut your crap already." Mom's eyes widen and Diha looks offended at my words. "I went to the hospital-" My resolve has broken because I'm suddenly crying.