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Chapter Twenty Four : Hello daddy...

                                    DENVER.

I have two words.

Two words. To describe that night last week Sia slept at my house.

Fan-fucking-tastic!

That was one word but I don't care. We didn't actually do it but what we had, I've never had before in my life. Not even with all the times I've actually been with various females. It's funny how I can compare a heated makeout to fucking but that's just it. Sia was incredible and I think she ruined me for other women or girls, I don't care. All I see is her now. I think I might just have gotten the real feeling of love even though I've been trying to dodge it for a while now. I'm not saying I love her now just because of the makeout but I've been thinking about it for a while now and the makeout just clicked the puzzle pieces into place. I'm now hundred percent sure I love her but does she love me? I'm a tough guy but rejection....it would kill me, more so it being from Sia. Also, the fact that I now know who she really is makes me want to love her more and always protect her even though she hates me being overprotective.

I'm happy I found out about who my mother's actual killer was otherwise I'd be sooo confused and broken that the girl I love comes from that family. The one thing stopping me from fully pursuing her now is the fact that we're from rival gangs and that if her father saw me even a mile close to her, he would not hesitate to shoot me through my head. My 'father' would be angry too. Yap not really my dad. If I had found out he didn't like me but didn't kill my mother, I would have hated him less but now, I loathe him. For lying to me, for using me, for faking his love for mom and I infront of me, everything. Which is why I'm driving to the airport to go to New York and confront him face-to-face. That's right. He won't be expecting me so he won't see it coming. I increase the speed so I can get to the airport faster and leave already, after all my flight is in thirty minutes. Admittedly, it's going to be weird confronting a man you loved and respected as your father but that definitely won't stop me.

I get to the LAX airport in fifteen minutes and when I'm done with the whole procedure, I get into the plane to New York. I decide to sleep through the whole journey to pass time instead of overthinking my situation. I'm awoken by the air hostess' announcement that we're soon touching down so I begin anticipating how this is going to go down. Anyone would be scared a little to confront a person who won't hesitate to kill you now that you know his dark secrets, right? I'll handle it though, the anger I feel will skyrocket when I see the fucker.

After landing at JFK airport of New York, I get an uber to drive me home or at least that's what I used to call it. I reach there tired and the housekeeper takes my bag to my room. She tells me dad is still at work as usual.

I look around the house while standing in the middle of the living room and I can't help but think back to my mother. She decorated this house herself from the flowerpots she bought to the staircase carpet she chose, the way she arranged our pictures in the hallway to the dining area. I feel a huge lump form in my throat in anger and I want to pull all these stupid picture-frames and crush them on the floor but I don't. I don't think mom would love that. Speaking of that, I need to visit her grave very soon. I miss her and speaking to her grave calms me down, like she's listening to me even though she can't reply. I swallow back the lump in my throat and leave the sad hallway rushing to my room.

It still looks exactly the same, everything is where I left it except they've been cleaned. I fall face first on my bed with a sigh of exhaustion and I instantly fall asleep. I wake up when the room is dark and I look around confused until I remember where I am and it might be dark outside, with my lights off. I've been on edge lately don't blame me. I've been getting weird letters, two so far, from the mysterious man. They both had the same message, 'Ask your "father" to tell you who I am.' in big bold letters and nothing more which makes me even more anxious to know what the hell is up. I check my phone to find that it is eight pm so my dad must be back. Ugh I'm so accustomed to calling him that even though he isn't. It will stop with time, at least that is what I tell myself. I also see that I received two texts from Sia and a missed call from her too but I won't reply now in this jumbled state I'm in. I'll call her later before I go to sleep.