Mine

𝑪𝒉. 𝟒𝟏 | 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Ares

"Whose dirty kid is this?" the words of her father intimidated her and that intimidated me.

"Mine!" I yell back getting up to face him.

He stares back at me in the eyes with disbelief. This is the second time in my entire life I'm speaking and answering my guru back. That look breaks my heart because he's not just my guru, he's like my dad to me. He has loved and cherished me.

"If there's anyone to blame for this, it's me," I hesitantly accept, just to protect Iris.

My heart is scared as fuck right now. I feel it beating as fast as a cheater. Sir's silence is killing me. Say something, please. All we are doing now is looking at each other. Please see that I am ashamed sir.

"We're leaving right now, Clara," he says without another word as he exits out of the ward.

"Sir please," I try stopping as I call him back, taking a step.

I feel my hand held back though. I look down and see Iris' hand holding onto my point finger. Aunt leaves the room as I look up to her and she starts crying.

"I'm so sorry," she apologises with tears rushing down her cheeks.

"This isn't your fault Iris," I explained sitting down next to her.

She nods her head as my hand goes up to her cheek to wipe the tears dripping out of her eyes. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have fucked her when we were both drunk. I should've said something when I saw those clean sheets the next morning.

The doctor has given us the discharge papers from the hospital. Iris is extremely quiet. Her head must be a mess right now.

I drive us back to her house. I know Aunt really wanted to talk to her. We enter through the entrance and go into the study room where sir is right now.

"Clara get them out of here right now!" he shouts seeing us.

"Dad, please. I'm sorry," Iris apologizes grabbing onto his hand but instead, he gives her a light push which turns out to be a hard push.

My arms catch her as she skips back and nearly hits the door. Sir turns around in regret and flinches his hand out. He takes it back instantly keeping a stubborn face that hurts.

"Clara, tell her to get out of here. She is no longer my daughter. What will people say when they hear about this?" he frowns looking away from us and showing us his back.

Iris squints her eyes in emotional pain. She's trying her best to hold in her cries which hurts me to the core.

"When did you ever treat her like your daughter?" I questioned, having enough of it.

Iris' eyes widen at hearing me say that. She nods her head, warning me to stop my words before her dad disowns me too. Sir turns his back around to look at me. Someone has to tell him.

"What will your daughter say about you disowning her when she's in a vulnerable state of her life?" I spoke again.

"So are you going to teach me how to parent?" he yells taking a few steps closer to us.

"You know how to parent, Dad," I say. "You can parent a son. But not your daughter."

I turn Iris around so that she is facing him now.

"Is this the daughter you actually love? Is this the daughter you took out when she was little for ice cream? Is this the daughter you played with and drew in notebooks when she was in 3rd grade? Is this the daughter you have held in your arms whenever she's achieved something good?"