Waiting for them to emerge from the kitchen did not take me long. It took them just a couple of minutes. If given the option, I would prefer not to confront and converse with my stepfather, who appears content and clearly at ease in our current residence. But since I am out of options, I have to accept that he will be a part of the talk my mother and I are going to have right now. His contribution was not that great; he was only slightly involved.
"Lusio is your true father, Amelia."
As soon as my mother sits down in front of me, she says that. With a shocked expression on his face, my stepfather turned to face her. He was about to sit next to her when something stopped him. As though doubting my mother's abrupt behavior, he fixed his gaze on her.
"Mom, what did you say?" I asked, hardly able to digest and get the words out. It sounds to me like a bomb.
With my eyes still wide with shock, I quickly stood up.
What was it she said? Is my biological father was my stepfather? Have I understood her correctly? Am I not dreaming or experiencing hallucinations? What kind of nonsense is this?
All of a sudden, my throat became dry. I was unable to ask all the questions I wanted in my mind.
I looked at my stepfather to see how he would respond. He appears composed, as though these happenings were prearranged.
"W-What are you saying, Mom?"
My stepfather was staring back at me with wide eyes as if we were in a staring competition and nobody wanted to give up. He turned to look at me and smiled sweetly. He is aware? Naturally, of course!
I shook my head, forcing a smile to cover up my feelings. There is no way this is real. Is it possible that this man is my biological father?
"No, Mom, you have to be kidding me."
Is it possible that he dares to stay here because he knew I was his daughter from the beginning? How did that come about?
Right now my mind is a complete mess. It appears utterly unfeasible. How ridiculous!
What part does Daddy play in my life, if that is the case? Am I adopted by them? It is not possible. My facial features resembled some of those of my mother.
"Amelia, please take a seat. We have to—”
The moment she gave me that command, I became angry once more.
"Why should I take a seat quietly? Can it make me feel more at ease? You do drop the bomb, Mom! What do you think of my current response to that absurdity?" I let out a frantic scream which stunned them.
“Amelia—”
"No, I am not interested in listening to you! This whole thing is a lie. You are only stating this to absolve yourself of the guilt you feel about getting married so soon after Daddy passed away. Would you please stop, Mom?
My eyes were welling up with tears already. My vision instantly became fuzzy due to it.
"Now would you kindly treat Dad with some respect? His grave is six feet below the surface. Stop fabricating stories to hide your unacceptable mistakes!" I yelled, no longer able to hide my true feelings.
She could not respond and just stared at my face, as if she had run out of things to say to me before she could begin explaining.
"Are not you tired of building more barriers between us?"
She rose to her feet as soon as she saw my reaction. She approached me, her eyes turning red and tears welling up. I backed away while shaking my head.
"How can we properly discuss the problem between us if you keep adding new ones when you have never answered all of the old questions?"
I could not hold back my tears at that point. I am extremely upset. Not only that, but I hate her even more now than I did before. How is it possible that my father is the man I never saw when I was growing up? In what way can she now explain it?
"Mom, you are just telling lies to hide the sin that you did, right? Is it not true that he is my real father?" I gestured at him, who also remained mute.
He seemed to want to tell me a lot, too, judging by the way he looked. There was simply no opportunity for him.
“How is that possible, Mom? Do you want me to believe that? No, Mom!”
My scream reverberated throughout the living room's four corners. I was not as strong as I believed myself to be. That fact hurt more than I could have ever imagined. The blood and flesh of the man who was eventually running through my body is something I cannot accept. My true father is not this man!
I took a seat on the couch. Whatever my appearance may be in front of them, I do not mind. The only thing I could do now was bury my face in both palms as my tears kept coming.
"If I caused you pain in your heart, Amelia, I sincerely apologize."
It was not long before I felt my mom's embrace. Not having enough strength, I refrained from pushing her. All I did was cry. That is where I pulled everything out. Every single thing. Silently going over my past, I can now see that I have had enough. I experienced intense frustration with life. The hazy memory of my dad's face materialized in the recesses of my consciousness. It caused me to cry even harder. The first man I fell in love with was not actually my father. Then, who is he? How did it happen? Does everything make sense? Is this not a dream?
"Tell me you are just lying, Mom!"
I begged, sounding as though I was out of breath.
"You are just making this up to get me to accept your new spouse. His claim to be my father is untrue. I mean, did not it hurt enough that you got married to him without telling me? Mom, wake up and tell me that we are not related by blood! Tell me right now, please!"
"I wanted to grant your request. Seeing you in pain makes me hope that this is not real as well. Amelia, I sincerely apologize. Sorry.“
Her words made me cry even more.
"We must not keep anything from you from the beginning if only I knew that you were hurting this badly.”
"You do not have my trust! My father is not really him! Daddy is my father and not that man! Do not mislead me into believing lies. He is not my father! He is just a stranger! A man you marry after my father dies. I consider him to be your second husband, my stepfather." To let her know that I would no longer accept him as my biological father, I practically yelled at her.
My vision becomes blurry because of my copious amounts of tears. For her to take back what she said, it is not enough that I vanish. I still don't believe that man and I are blood-related. That is not something I can accept!
My mother gave me an even tighter hug, as though that would make the pain go away.
“Amelia...”
Even though it hurt to hear my stepfather call my name, I lifted my face to see how he responded.
"I sincerely apologize—"
“Stop! Never speak with me!"
I snarl back at him, interrupting him as I covered my ears from his claim.
"I won't listen to your lies, either!"
I dried my tears.
"You are not my father!”
I pushed my mother away from my body and struggled to stand. I almost lost my balance, but I was able to get back up. A resentful tremble ran through my body. The knowledge of this stuff makes me wish I had not come here today. My pain and inexplicable suffering would have ended if I had done that. Their new set of lies will not shatter my heart.
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Alpha's Rebellious Mate
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