Dark roots

Chapter 35

The moment I was scared of finally happened, my dad is out of prison and he found me. I didn't see anything on the news nor should he be able to locate me this quickly.

I was too caught up in my own boy-drama to check the Dutch news like I used to do. Afraid that I'd miss the smallest news, I like to be prepared so that I'm not blindsided like I am now.

Never have I let my own guard slip this much and the minute I do, I'm paying the price for it. But there was no use to mope about that right now, it is already done.

My eyes scanned the parking lot for a possible way out but I noticed a few men wearing all black standing by my car, most likely PMC's. They were all showing a slight glimpse of the guns they had strapped to their thigh, and I knew I couldn't get away.

I wanted to run far away but I couldn't make it to my car with those PMC's standing there. Even if I could, where would I go? They would for sure follow me so I couldn't go back to base and risk putting everybody there in danger.

A flashback played through my mind. I remembered talking about this day with Simon after I told him about the traumatic experience I had growing up. He had promised to protect me from my dad, yet he wasn't here with me.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when my dad moved towards me before he sat down on the bench next to me with his arms spread over the backrest and one of his feet was leaning on his opposite knee.

"I really missed you sweety, you never returned any of my letters. I have to admit that it hurt my feelings." He casually stated as if we were merely catching up. Hearing his voice after all those years made all the hairs on my body stand up in alert.

"How did you find me? Last time I checked you were still locked up." My voice was hoarse and hardly above a whisper.

It didn't matter that I was an adult now and able to protect myself, whenever he was near me I'd go back to feeling like the helpless child that had to endure his abuse. I'd never find the courage to stand up to him.

"I'm your father, it's my job to know where you are."

I let out a snort in disbelieve. He dared to call himself my father when he has never done anything a father should do. Like protect his child, support them, even being there was to much of a burden.

He turned his head to look at me, his eyes were burning into mine. It was one of his games he liked to play, he wanted to show power and dominance this way. Just like when I was a kid, I couldn't hold his stare and my eyes dropped to the ground.

A triumph smile appeared on his face and his hand reached towards my face causing me to flinch backwards in fear. The look on his face was prove that he was satisfied with my reaction.

He didn't say anything else, but firmly gripped my chin and forced me to look at him. He was talking to me but all my attention was on Amelia, who was standing by the entrance.

Even from afar I could see that she seemed confused and wanted to know who he was, but thankfully she didn't come near us. If she would get hurt because of me, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself.

I finally turned my focus back on my dad when he moved his face closer to mine. I tried to take a deep breath but it felt like someone was pressing my lunges together.

"... will help Makarov." I only heard the end of his sentence but it was enough for me to guess why he was here.

"So you came here to kidnap your daughter and hand her over to some crazy and dangerous terrorist?" I felt my heart picking up. "Why would I help you?"

"You don't have a choice." He moved his jacket to the side to show me the pistol he had hidden under the belt of his jeans.

"You're not going to kill me dad, you need me." I was surprised by myself and this new found confidence I had. It had been an awful day and I guess I couldn't take any more bullshit.