♡BRANDON♡
As we finished breakfast, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere, we suddenly heard a knock on the front door. I glanced at Athalia, who gave me a curious look.
"I'll get it," I said, standing up from the table and heading toward the door.
When I opened it, I was met with the last person I expected: my father. His face was a mask of stern disapproval, and he looked both tired and tense.
"Dad," I said, trying to sound casual despite the sudden anxiety bubbling up inside me. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to get some paperwork from Dina," he replied curtly. "Is she here?"
"She's out with friends for the weekend," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I can get the paperwork for you if you need it."
His eyes shifted past me, landing on Athalia, who had followed me to the door.
Her presence seemed to catch him off guard, and his expression darkened.
"So, this is who you're spending time with?" he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "I see you've found a new way to... distract yourself."
I felt a knot tighten in my chest at his words. His gaze was cold and judgmental, and it felt like he was looking right through me.
Athalia looked taken aback but held her ground with a calm composure.
"This is Athalia," I said, trying to defend her. "She's just a friend."
His lips curled into a sneer. "Just a friend? I suppose she's here to help you forget what you've lost."
The comment cut deep, and I could feel the familiar sting of old wounds reopening.
His words were a harsh reminder of the pain I had been trying to move past.
It was like he was intentionally bringing up my mother's memory to hurt me.
"Dad, can you please not-" I started, but he cut me off.
"You know," he said, his voice sharp, "it's quite something to see you moving on so easily, especially after what you did. You took away the love of my life, and now you're playing house?!"
Athalia's face was a mix of confusion and discomfort, and I could see her trying to understand the situation.
I felt a surge of protectiveness and anger at my father's hurtful comments.
"Dad, that's enough." I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rising emotions.
"You have no right to talk to her like that. If you want the paperwork, I'll get it for you."
His expression hardened, and in a sudden burst of anger, he slapped me across the face.
The sting of the impact was sharp and surprising, leaving me momentarily stunned.
The room fell into a tense silence as I processed the blow. My face felt hot, both from the slap and the rush of anger and humiliation.
I looked at him, anger in my gaze. My hands clench at my side.
"Never talk back at me, you hear?Now get the paperwork you piece of shit."
I slowly turned around and headed to the study, and retrieved the paperwork.
I breathed in deeply, trying to regain my composure as I handed it to him.
He took it without a word, his expression unreadable, and then left with a final, disdainful glance.
YOU ARE READING
Cold Water
Romance[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled...
