The Divorcee's Redemption

58: Quiz

I stormed into my father's office but he didn't even blink.

My crazy Dad was staring at the blank yet luxurious room in front of him.

His eyes were heavy, his shirt crinkled, and his hair was a mess. The ashtray next to his laptop was dumped with cigarettes. He was clutching an empty packet in his hands. There were two empty packets on the desk.

On closer introspection, his laptop had turned off on its own since my dad hadn't even touched it in hours.

"What are you doing?" There was something terribly wrong here.

He lifted his head just a little to stare at me, "What?" Dad sounded like he was asleep even though his eyes were wide open.

"I came in just now. The security guard told me that you've been in here all night! Didn't you go to dinner with Mom? Why didn't you come home? Are you okay?" I squeezed his shoulder.

It seemed like his brain was immediately wired.

He looked at me, then at the remanets of his chain-smoking. Dad pushed the ashtray and cigarette packets into the dustbin. He shot up from his chair, looked at his watch, took out his phone, and went through it.

"Did you sleep okay?" He asked while scrolling through his phone.

"Yeah... I mean... I didn't notice you hadn't come home until Alvarez told me... I thought you'd be with Mom or something..."

He glanced at me, then back at his phone until he grabbed his coat and proceeded to walk towards the door.

"Where are you going!" I pulled him by the arm.

"Right..." He mumbled to himself, "Does Danny love you?"

This was the last question that I expected from him.

Did he go crazy overnight?

What the fuck happened to him?

"Dad... Are you sick or something?" I ran my hands over his forehead, cheeks, and neck but his temperature seemed normal.

"Does he, Cupcake?" Dad asked again in a grave tone.

"Y-yeah... He says he does... Why are you asking this? Are you really okay? I think we should go see him, there's something wrong with you."

Dad gave me a sad smile, it was extremely weird coming from him.

"I'm fine. Do you love him?"

"Yes... I do. You're scaring me with these questions. What's going on?" I squeezed his face in my hands.

"Okay," He mumbled to himself, "I'll go meet him." Dad pulled away from me.

"Wait, what?! Are you going to hurt him again? What's going on Dad!" I clutched his arm again. My already bulging stomach was making it exhausting to keep up with his insanity.

Dad stared at me. He had an utterly defeated look in his eyes which confirmed that he didn't have the strength to pull any violence for a long time.

"I'll take you..." I mumbled.

"No... It's fine, Lucy... I'll go meet him and be back as soon as possible."

"Come on."

Grabbing my dad's hand, I dragged him outside and towards the stairs. Once we reached my car, I got in the driver's seat as Dad sat quietly next to me. Now, I was fearing that he was in fact drugged. He was eerily sluggish.

Within half an hour, we reached the hospital and Dr.Stone was the first to spot us in the lobby. "Hey, Lucy! I thought your appointment wasn't until last week?"