T H E I R D A R K E S T L I G H T
She hated the Dark since she was a baby, she would cry and cry until someone holds her in their arms and open the lights only one could do that.
Amerea Jacob lived with her abusive mother and stepfather for most o...
As I woke up, I slowly opened my eyes letting it adjust with the light.
I was looking up, the ceiling is white. Hospital maybe? I don't know, I haven't been in a hospital for ages.
"You're finally awake." Someone said.
I looked at the door where a Doctor came in wearing it's typical uniform.
Eve...
"Eve, where is she? Where is my sister?" I asked the doctor.
The doctor looked at me confused.
"You were brought here alone." He said "But a man said that the one held hostage which was named Evelia died on their way to the hospital, her body is now cremated as for the family's request." He added.
What? Fuck no. Please tell me this is true. Fuck Fuck Fuck!
Without any warning my tears started to pour down my face. I just cried and cried while the doctor's there watching me cry, it's like he knows I don't want to be talked and to be touched right now. He stayed there until I finished crying.
"Who are you? And where am I?" I asked.
"Your at HCA Florida Memorial Hospital, I'm Dr. Alister Jace Brentson, a doctor hired by your father." He said.
Wait what? My father? Who?
"M-My father?" I asked confused, how come?
"When someone brought you hear she couldn't give us any information of you, even you don't have anything to confirm your identity." He started.
"So we looked you up and found your birth certificate in the registrar's office. It stated your Mother and Father's name. We tried reaching out for your mother but no one answered." He added.
Of course she wouldn't answer that, she's that mad and disgusted.
"When we checked it we knew that your mother is already dead." He continued.
What the hell?
"Now, we tried contacting your father, it took a lot of time to finally reach him but when we finally did and told him about you and your state he didn't hesitate on hiring a doctor for you, He's form New York and He was here since last week looking after you minute by minute, He's gone for a while but will be back later." He said.
I stayed there looking shocked. Nahhh, My father found me, My mother is dead? How could this information sink into someone's head!
I was thinking about everything that had happened when the door opened and there came in a 6'8 tall and muscular man, his body definitely had those care and gyms.
He looked like someone I know. His Grey Eyes, Brunette hair that is gelled, His pointed nose. He's a little tanned than me but still white as hell.
He held this cold face that anyone would be scared of but not me, something about his eyes reminds me of something I couldn't really figure out.
He looked at me and his face softened, he held a little smile on his face when he looked at me.
"Mia figlia." He said looking at me with such adoration and love.
He came towards me and hugged me tight, I flinched with that move but hugged him back by instict. I guess he didn't notice.
"We've been looking for you Principessa." He said letting go of me.
"Y-You're My father?" I asked still completely confused about everything.
The doctor already went out when my father came in.
"Yes Mia figlia, I am your father. Armarros Ruscov." He stated.
"Amerea." I almost whispered giving him out my name.
I have a thought in my mind that he doesn't know my name.
"Who's Amerea?" He asked confused really.
"My name." I said.
He looked at me even more confused.
"Mia figlia, Your Name, the name Your mother and I gave you is Amellia Mio Krane Ruscov." He said.
I looked at him confused.
"But my birth certificate said that my name is Amerea Hilton." I said.
"No, that will be a mistake, You're a Ruscov, not a Hilton. And your name is Amellia not Amerea." He said confident.
He then showed me some papers, it's a birth certificate.
"They gave me that when I reached here." He said.
I looked at it and it's true, my name is Amellia Mio Krane Ruscov with Hara as my middle name. And another shocking thing is that I was born on July 7 and not on June 7.
"July 7? I thought I was born on 7th of June not July." I said.
"Even your birthday was faked? Che diavolo." He furiously said.
"How can you be sure that I really am your daughter? I mean they could have gotten the wrong papers. They only got my name from a stranger when my sister shouted it."
He looked at me confused.
"Sorella? Non sono mai stato così confuso in vita mia. Mia figlia, a blood test was run by the hospital to make sure that I was your father." He said I didn't really understand what he said earlier.
"You've been talking in some kind of a language... I actually can't understand you." I said hesitating.
It's not that I'm shy, it's just that I don't want to get screamed at or to be punished because of the disrespect.
"Mia figlia," He started talking looking at me in the eyes which I immediately avoided. He looked a little hurt.
"Mia figlia, look at me. Mia figlia means My daughter, I've been talking in Italian, I'm sorry if your felt like I was saying something bad." He said.
"Italian?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm an Italian Daughter, your Mother is a Japanese but we both lived in New York for one fourth of our lives." He said that shocked me.
I've been getting a lot of shock this day!
"So that means I'm a Half Japanese and Half Italian? And I don't know any language from that country!" I said kinda shouting.
When I realised I shouted I immediately lowered my head.
"Sorry." I muttered under my breath.
"For what Mia Figlia?" He asked chuckling.
"For shouting." I answered.
"It's fine, and you can learn any language you want once we return to New York." He said seriously.
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