𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥.
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In a world where control is everything, Evelyn is about to lose it all.
Plunged into a downward spiral, she discovers that her carefull...
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Knocking on the doorframe, I peek inside my father's bedroom. He, too, is placing down new furniture. I don't know what happened, but something happened to destroy all of his furniture. He places the black, two-drawer nightstand down and turns to me.
"Hello, love." He says, his voice soft.
"Hi." I whisper, tapping my fingers on the doorframe.
"Did you need something?"
"Actually, yes." I admit, stepping forward. He looks at me, waiting for me to speak. I walk over to his new bed and sit down, flopping back on it. He walks over to me and sits beside me, laying down beside me. "Someone once asked me why I was sad in a perfect family." I start off, my voice a mere whisper. "But I couldn't tell them about the supernatural world. About how my family is well-known.
"How I'm different from everyone. I hated lying to them. I hated lying to my friends. I told them how my family wasn't perfect. I mean, I was a teenage girl with daddy issues and enemies who wouldn't stop hunting me down.
"But we'll always have enemies. They're gonna keep coming for us and they're gonna keep trying to destroy us. The only way to survive is to stand by our family." I say, looking at my father. He's staring at me with so much love and admiration, I can't help the small smile that slides onto my lips. "I came in here to apologize to you."
His brows furrow. "You came to apologize?" I nod. "I thought you hated me." He admits, and I shake my head.
"No matter what I've done, I could never completely kill you. Or anyone in this family. My love for this family overpowers every other emotion I feel." I say, and he smiles. I sit up and stare at the wooden floorboards. "I should've known that there was a story to it.
"I mean, you loved me and Hope and hung out with us all the time until I was six. I didn't realize it until I was thirteen, but I guess I never thought about the real reason because I was hurt. I mean, my father just started to ignore me, so who wouldn't be hurt?" I ask, laughing even with tears in my eyes.
"It's not your fault. I should've told you when you were older. But even if I did, it wouldn't make up for the loss of time to be there for you." He sits up, sitting beside me. "I watched you grow into the teenager you were.
"But I didn't get to watch you make friends or tell me about your crushes or your first love. I didn't get to watch you graduate highschool. I was heartbroken when you left, as were the rest of us, but I was even more heartbroken because I missed out on so much.
"I didn't get to watch you grow up into the amazing and beautiful woman you are today." He says, and I can't help the sob that escapes my lips.
He pulls me into his arms and lets me cry into them. I never would've thought that me leaving would have such a big impact on my family, especially my father. I also never would've thought that he was watching me from afar.
