Love met in the wrong place

SAMANTHA LILY ADAMS

But really what kind of life have I been living?

I look at the closed door and then turn to face my boyfriend as my smile fades away, when it suddenly hits me.
Dad just disowned me.

I close my eyes, wanting to fool myself that it's just a dream but I know better. I know it's not.
Instead of helping fool myself my brain just releases tears and I just cry.

My life is ruined, if I didn't have a man hugging me close to his chest, it's no joke I would break away.
But still, my family just disowned me.

I am still in the disbelief at that, still finding ways to take it when suddenly the door opens and Dad walks out.
He looks like a killing lion that is out to get it's prey.

"Dad." I manage to whisper but he ignores me like I am not there and pulls me, practically shoving me with all this strength because it makes me land on the floor. I yelp at the falling but no one comes and I also don't care when I turn to find dad throwing his fist at Kai.

He punches him so hard that I let out a gasp.

Oh my God! He doesn't stop.

He throws punches at Kai like he is a punching bag.
I sat there feeling glued to the hard ground with my hands over my mouth not believing what I see.
What the hell is happening.

I feel horrified as I watch my dad hover over the love of my life like he is about to kill him. I want to do something but I feel like I am glued to the ground. Everything is happening so fast.

My mom and brother walks out and when mom catches what is happening she also cries.

She lunges Yarrow to go and stop Dad and when my brother is finally to pull dad away, Kai is badly bruised and beaten up already.
Oh my God, I can only imagine what the pain dad put him through.

With that on my mind, I jump to my feet ignoring my own pain and run to kai.
"Oh my God Kai," I say to him as I touch his blooded and badly bruised face. How was dad capable to do this much damage in just such a short time. My man is bleeding everywhere.
His lip is busted.

He spits blood to the side and I feel like crying.
I turn around to look at my father.
"Dad," I say whiningly and he looks past Yarrow to me.

"I am not your father." He spits again. "Don't ever call me your father. I do not have a daughter called Samantha. I just... I didn't give birth to a whore."
I feel my throat tighten and my heart breaking again like it was still possible when he calls me that.

A whore?! A slut before and now a whore? Seriously dad?

A sob breaks out of me.
This is the nightmare of my life.
I look at Dad and slowly Mom walks closer to him.

"Stop this Barney. You can't be saying words like those to our poor child."

"Poor child," Dad growls pointing his index finger at me.
"This is the lowest, shameless prostitute parentless lowlife I don't know, it's a pity itself that somehow she is one of my products but what connects us, ends from there." I do not even know how to look at him.

I turn my head away just allowing tears to fall down my cheeks like a river.
His words, Dad's words are like a sharpened sword piercing right in the middle of my heart over and over again.