Chapter 3

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"What a pathetic fool"
I'm convinced I am having another nightmare. The voice of torment, torturing my brain, plaguing my thoughts. But it feels all too real. I slowly open my eyes. I make no movement as I don't want this monster to know the very thought of him terrifies me. Opening my eyes confirmed this is in fact reality and not my brain tormenting itself. He's sat on the sofa and there is no sign of Amaris. He's supposed to be my father, someone who cares for me and loves me no matter what. But that man is not my father. He's nothing more than a stranger and I'd even go as far as to say my enemy.
"After all the years of training I put you through and you still end up a pathetic weakling" training? He means torture. I show no emotions. Absolutely nothing. I will not give this man the pleasure of watching my demise. He moves from the sofa to the end of the bed. Hovering by my feet. "Did you know, your mother was the same? Always so weak and pathetic. She always hated how I tried to make you into a man. Because of her your still a soft idiot. She sung her fangs into you too soon and I was too stupid to get rid of her earlier." He's trying to provoke a reaction out of me. But I know this game all too well. He sits next to me, the bed sinking under his weight. His hand brushed me arm triggering a sensation that sends a shiver down my spine - and opens up a dark pit at the bottom of my stomach. He traces his hand up to my chest resting his hand there. "Even your little girlfriend is stronger than you. At least she had the guts to love both a son and a father"
"Shut up and get out" Comes from behind my gritted teeth. He smirks and his hand moves up to my throat clasping around it. The machines beside me are going crazy, my head spinning and yet I still hope he will go through with it. But he doesn't.
His hands grasp is released from my throat and  my body is sent jerking forwards. I'm left spluttering and coughing gasping at every breathe I can get. Cold sweats break out all over my body and my breathes laboured and each one more painful than the last. "I don't think I will shut up" he finally says staring into my eyes as if he's looking for the soul he stole so very long ago.
"You are the most disappointing being I have ever known. You are not my son nor will you ever be. Your nothing but weak and pathetic and I will no longer take responsibility for someone who embarrasses me so very deeply."He grabs the hospital gown I'm wearing and pulls me closer to his face. In the most sinister and deepest whisper he finally speaks
"Remember this as the day I allowed you to live. Tell that stupid girl she can have you. I never wanted you in the first place"
And with that he throws me back, my body crashing on the bed. He gives one last smirk before walking out of the room as if nothing ever happened. In the moments of his departure I do not spare any thoughts or emotions. I will not grant myself even that. He will remain in my memories where he belongs. His last words echo in my head but I shove them off. Despite this, one line lingers; "tell that stupid girl she can have you" surely he cannot mean Amaris? Or could he?

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