Like Father, Like Daughter

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Sophia

I brace myself for Connor's reaction to the awful piece of paper he is holding in his hands, the paper that forever sealed my fate. Two things can come out of Connor finding out who my horrible father is: he can run and never look at me the same way or he will accept me for who I am. There is no in-between to a situation like this; to me, it is life or death.

Connor starts to unravel the piece of paper and he dives in, eyes first, just like I did. I sit and wait for his reaction. I am shaking uncontrollably when I see his eyes widen with fear. I can tell he is surprised and I know he has to know exactly who David Black is. Connor sets the paper down and puts his head in his strong hands. I can't tell what his reaction is and I can't help but start to let the tears roll. I taste the saltiness from the tears as they slowly pass my lips, seeping into my mouth and rolling across my taste buds.

I can't take the silence anymore; it's the worst thing. You never know what the silence means, whether it's a good or a bad thing. Silence is as deep as eternity, the absence of sound that fills the room and makes everything feel intolerable.

I feel like I have been depleted, drained of everything. Connor hasn't said a word and I know now that is because he is scared, sacred because he is in the presence of an evil killers daughter. Should I sit here and endure this silence that is eating me alive, slowly itching up my skin like acid being poured onto flesh. Or should I run, run fast and far and leave everything behind me just like my mother.

I decide of the latter of the two and jump up from my bed, sprinting down the stairs. I am an awful person, I know now why I must have been such a burden to my mother, I can't even live in my own skin.

"Sophia wait, where are you going." I feel Connor's grasp on my arm as I reach the final step.

"I'm leaving, I'm done. I can't stay here, I can't even stand myself." I say through tears.

"Why are you leaving?" His tone puzzled.

"I am the daughter of a famous killer, it's no surprise that you want nothing to do with me anymore. So if you let me go, I'll be on my way. I will no longer be a danger to everyone around me."

"You aren't a danger to everyone around you, what are you talking about?"

"It's pretty obvious you can't even look at me, you want nothing to do with me anymore, I get it."

"Sophia, listen to me. You can't help who your family is, okay? I was so quiet because I feel for you, I really do. I can't even imagine what you are feeling and what's going on through your head. You are not a danger to anyone, you are nothing but a sweet beautiful girl who just so happens to have a lunatic for a father, that doesn't make you a monster or any less desirable. If anything it makes me want you more because I know I can help you, make you feel less vulnerable. I can make you smile on a bad day; I can help wipe the tears off your face. This doesn't make me think of you any differently." He says and I can tell looking into his deep eyes that he is sincere.

"Thank you Connor but really just go, I am only going to self destruct and take you down with me."

Connor pulls me to face him, gently caressing my face with his hand. Connor pulls me in and ever so gently touches his lips to mine. Connor makes my broken, sad heart feel a little bit livelier; I feel the blood pump through my veins, making me feel a little bit more alive.

He pulls his warm lips away and I feel a spark jolt through my veins, leaving my lips and filling every inch of my body. He looks into my eyes and I know that maybe, just maybe, everything will be okay.

We spend the rest of the day cuddled up on the couch watching comedies; I could use a good laugh. I still feel absolutely dead like the life has been sucked from me, like a fish left on a deck flopping around just hoping for a little splash of water just to give the fish the little bit of relief it so desperately wants and needs.

Connor has been trying to help me sort through my emotions and the thousands of kisses he keeps giving me make me feel just a tad more better, making me breath a little easier.

"Hey Connor can you help me with something?" I ask leaving his chest to look into his eyes.

"Anything for you?" He says smiling at me, making me giggle to myself a little bit, he is just so damn adorable.

"Do you think you could get me the police report about my dad? I know it's a lot to ask but I just want to know what this man is capable of."

"It might be a little hard to sneak out but I will try my best to get it for you."

"Okay, thank you." I reply smiling at him. I have only known him for a short time but he is what I need in my life right now.

"So I know you haven't eaten all day and I know you probably don't want to but you really should. I can go get you anything you want or call for delivery if you don't want me to leave you."

"Can you just order a pizza, I really don't want you to leave. I am terrified of being left alone." I say holding his arm tighter than usual.

"Anything for you my sweet little princess." He kisses my forehead and gets up.

I sit by myself on the couch and can't help but question everything these days. What are Connor and I exactly? Are we like the boyfriend girlfriend type thing, is he just a police officer on duty that just so happens to share the same interest in me as I do in him. I am surprised my brain is still capable of functioning considering all the screwed up things that have passed through it in the last few days of my life.

After we finish eating dinner, or whatever you would call a meal you eat at ten o'clock at night. I could barely taste the pizza because of the tears left behind from the hours and hours of crying hysterically.

I am so exhausted even though I have done nothing productive all day; the emotional toll that has been put on my body is exhausting. I need to sleep the night away and hopefully forget some parts of today. I know I won't though because tomorrow when I wake up, I will turn into a physcopath, continuing to dig even if it hurts me physically, emotionally, and mentally because that is the kind of person I am. I am just like my father, while his obsession is murder, my obsession is knowledge, knowing everything there is to know about anything.

You know what they say, like father like daughter.