Wilted Flower

Hostage

Home

Sweet home, even if I was depressed, I always felt at home with my dad, at least if nothing else. I remember when mom died in a car accident, they called me out of school, my dad had a hard time managing his emotions, I did too but I'd always was strong for my dad.

Me and my dad started building a bond, before we knew it, we were inseparable, he was like a best friend. He was home to me; he was the only family I had left.

Home

Is home what keeps us sane? When we don't know what, where or who to call home, do we lose our minds?

To be honest, I don't know.

I felt like i was still dreaming or asleep for that matter, what i saw right in front of me I couldn't believe. My dad was in front of me, I mean I was happy he was alive and well. Something felt a little off though.

"Dad?" I called out, out of confusion.

I forgot I was trying to hide when I saw my dad, the thing I found a little off was that my dad was talking to the man that brought me here in the first place.

"Maya get out, were chatting, as you can see." The man said

He just bothered me so much, but I needed to figure out why my dad wasn't running towards me or even happy to see me. It was like he ignored the fact that I'd been kidnapped, taken from my home, against my own will.

My dad just stood there and looked at me, as if we were strangers. I walked toward my dad hugging him, hoping I was wrong, that there was at least a bit of emotion in him from my whole life that we spent together.

"Maya you need to listen to Xavier." My dad said so calmly.

"Xavier?" I asked

"Maya, get out I already told yo-----." Xavier said while getting cut off.

"I'm talking to my dad right now!" I yelled angrily.

"Dad, don't you want to go home, let's go home dad, please let's leave all this behind us." I said so eagerly.

My dad didn't even have any emotion in his eyes, he looked at me so coldly and spoke.

"Maya I'm not your dad."

" w..wha..what? N..No that's not true, you're just joking. Right?" I asked.

He looked at me, not a word, I backed up looking at both my dad and the man xavier, it was obviously clear whothe elephant in the room was. I couldn't really describe my feelings at that moment, it was like hanging over a volcano with a rope around your neck, my chest heavy. The cold tears falling from my eyes rubbing against my cheeks all the way to my lips tasted salty, bitter.

"Maya, I bought you here like I was supposed to." My dad said

Still standing there, tears running down my cheeks, I turned to look at Xavier and I thought to myself of course he had something to do with all this.

"Like you were supposed to, what's that supposed to mean. So, what, this was all just a game to you, pretending, my whole entire life!" I said looking at my dad, and Xavier

In that moment I didn't know what to do, I just ran to the elevator not thinking clearly, I was angry, mad, furious and confused, I made it to the roomI slept in last night. I plotted down on the bed and just layed there and cried, I layed there hoping that I'd eventually wake up, that it was just all a bad dream. In the end it was all just too much for me. I eventually cried myself to sleep.

I Heard a knock at the door, and I got up to open it, it was my dad. My dad walked into the room embracing me with a warm hug.

"Maya, it was all just a bad dream." He said.