the fate played

38 - never known !

Hailey Robinson

It was weird when my mom called me after a two month gap following her last call. She sounded in trouble but on the contrary she called me home saying it's been a while I've been home. I wanted to refuse the offer but didn't as my mind reminds me about the worry in her voice. Though not much but still it felt like she could be in some kind of stress.

I feel slight tug at my hand and I look down to see Chris had given our joined hands a little shake. "Where did you go, little rabbit, you look lost", he says after kissing the back of my hand. I shake my head to which he taps my forehead with his finger, "you think a lot, relax, I am sure it won't be serious."

"the last time she used this voice I got engaged to you", I huff in slight annoyance and slight stress. He presses his other hand on our adjoined hands as an assurance and speaks in that same assuring tone, "calm down Hailey, it will be alright." "I hope so", I reply in a lower voice. Snapping out of my state I realized we've already being parked in front of my home.

Getting out, we make our way inside, Chris tagging behind me. I head in to see my mom had a small smile on her face while she returns from the kitchen. I drop my bag on the couch and make my way towards her and ask, "How are you doing mom?" she nods halfheartedly, "yeah I am fine."

Her gaze goes behind my shoulder and there is a tiny frown on her forehead but I realise she's looking at Chris. She nods in his direction to which Chris bows his head a little, "Mrs. Robinson." They exchange the greetings while I look around the home. The kitchen was as I remembered, the same settings my mom has always liked.

She turns to me and says, "lets head for dinn..." she doesn't completes her words as they were cut off by "What is she doing here in my house?" anger radiating off my dad. "Hey dad", I try to say softly so as an failed attempt to calm him down. He closes his eyes once and inhales sharply and grits, "what are you doing here?"

"Victor", my mom calls out in a pleading manner.

"No Anna, I got rid of her, what is she doing here" he shouts at mom while pointing at me. I was beyond confused, I mean I have known that my dad never liked me but what did he meant by getting rid...

I step in before it can get out of hands and speak looking at dad, "What do you mean dad? I..."

"I am not your dad", he spat venomously. "Victor, please.....", mom pleads again.

"I know you've never liked me but this is no way to crack a joke, dad", I say with a dull expression.

"No, you are not my daughter and I am not your father", he states as if it was some kind of fact.

It felt like the land beneath me trembles and shakes, and all of a sudden I am not able to have a hold on myself. "Please, tell me you are joking", I plead.

I take a step towards him, never breaking the eye contact with him and when we are barely a few inches apart I plead again, "tell me you are joking, I know you don't like me at all or whatever the reason, but"-inhaling sharply-" tell me you are joking."

"No I am not joking, you are not my daughter", he grits out as if it was some kind of poison.

My eyes start feeling heavy but I gather up my courage and grab his arms and shake him in fury, "I know you hate me as much as I have always seen but please tell me you are joking, please tell me, please..." I couldn't complete the words as to his silence showed his answers.

He removes my hands from his arms and staggers a step back, "You were never born to us, I am not your father and Anna is not your mother, now get out of my house" he says.