'' that was fun, thank you for coming along f/n. next time let's go again, my family likes you anyways.''
''hm? oh yeah.''
¨are you okay? after that phone call..who was it?¨
¨just my aunt wishing me a nice holiday.¨ I shake off Daniel's questions tiredly.
lies, these words were all lies. i coudln't tell daniel the truth, the fact my dad was a murderer, a criminal and even worked along with workers, the one crew i didn't understand. that all these years of him abadoning me, was all because of someone named eugene.
i coulnd't believe it myself, the death of my mom caused by my dad. Whatever my aunt was smoking definitely made her lie. I refused to believe it, I refuse. My mom didn't die because of dad she died of an Illness. How can I believe the words of my aunt, the same woman who never wanted to see my face.
Only one person could help me with this, but making a deal with him was making an deal with the devil. But I don't have a choice, if I don't find out it's gonna haunt me forever.
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so as soon as the night broke out, Daniel went to his job I sneaked out the house it was cold. As I awaited for the bus to take me to my destination I listened to music. Cars driving by the wind hitting my face, it started to rain lightly I was warming my hands up until the bus arrived. Stepping in I greet the driver, pay then sit in the back of the bus leaning onto the window watching cars race by. Trees disappearing then reappearing.
I could feel myself practically break inside, the lies my aunt told me were eating at my soul, my ears ringing even though I had the music on blast. My face turning pale by each second hands trembling, tears threatening to spill. I bite the inside of my cheek and look up squeezing my eyes shut to hide the tears. Finally the bus stopped and I took of my ear buds shutting the music app down and walking out the bus. Once outside the rain started pouring harder.
As I walked past strangers my head held down until my feet took me to the bar I looked into my reflection of a store my eyes widening. A familiar face , presence and smile, without a second thought I walk into the store pulling onto the man's jacket turning him to me with force.
"Dad? Is that you dad! —" "What? I ain't your dad kid, run along!"
Oh, it's not dad. I stare into the man's eyes the beaming of my eyes and hope slowly dying down, I look down at mutter a small apology stumbling out the door everything becomes blurry until I finally gasp for air once outside the store.
Was I hoping to see him? What is wrong with me? Why did I even wanna see if it was him? Is this, yearning for something?
