Oasis Path©(English Version)BOOK 1 OASIS SAGA

Part 23.

Lawrence, January 30th.

On this gloomy day, the fear grips me that each upcoming day may warrant the phrase “the worst day of my life.” Shadows loom over my existence, and today, just a name was enough to plunge me into that darkness.

That name, uttered for the first time in my life two years ago, has become a storm that has ravaged my world and tortured my soul. Logan Savage: my biological father. A name carrying the weight of my own existence, a blood tie turned curse.

It was over two years ago when I accidentally overheard my parents whispering about that man. Although I knew eavesdropping was wrong, curiosity led me to follow the conversation after hearing my mother insist that I should never find out.

My indiscretion led me to discover a truth that shattered my being, a truth I shouldn’t have known. A dark secret that unveiled the identity of my biological parent, Logan Savage. That revelation marked the beginning of a storm that still threatens to tear apart my life today.

“I don’t want Amelie to ever know. I don’t want her to know that you’re not her father. I don’t want to put her in danger. That man will never know we’re alive.”

In a determined trance, I opened the door, confronting them with the certainty that it was useless to continue hiding the truth. I let them know I had heard everything and needed to know the reality.

They then recounted that man, Logan Savage, had mistreated my mother. She made the brave decision to leave him, as he would come home always deep in intoxication by alcohol, posing a threat to both of us. My mother confessed that she had escaped, ensuring that the man signed the divorce and relinquished his rights as a father over me.

Today, I discovered that two years ago, I received a half-truth, adorned with several lies to preserve the little peace of mind that might remain after such a confession. Though I understand they lied to protect me, I cannot escape the intensity of what I feel.

After finishing classes with Lyndon this afternoon, I hurried out of the classroom, telling Lisa that I needed to go to the library for some books. I knew she had plans with Sally, so I wouldn’t insist on her accompanying me. I quickly made my way to Alex’s classroom, being cautious not to be seen. I entered and stood right in front of the door.

“Hello, Mr. Evans,” I greeted with a playful smile. “May I come in?”

“Come in, Miss Johnson,” he replied, playing along. “And please, close the door.”

I did as instructed, and with a smile on my lips, I ran to hug him. I had waited all day for a moment alone with him. In recent days, we had barely been able to see each other without anyone else present.

“How is the most beautiful girl in the world today?” Alex asked me.

“Happy now that I can be with you,” I responded, smiling. “I’ve been feeling a bit weak, but I think it might just be tiredness.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll find a way to release that butterfly soon. I’m doing some research on my own. I don’t want to tell anyone about this.”

It was at that moment that I remembered what I had wanted to ask him since the day before. I needed to hear in more detail the kind of relationship he had with Hilarie’s family and what terms he was on with them now that they were no longer engaged.

“Alex, I don’t want to be intrusive, but there’s something I need to know,” I said, wiping away my smile. “How is everything with Hilarie and her family? Do they know the reason you broke up with her?”

“Hilarie is and will always be that special person with whom I never had to pretend,” he began to explain, with a hint of sadness in his gaze. “As we grew up, I thought maybe I could be in love with her. But long before I met you, I came to understand that I was confusing things.”