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Chapter XXVII: Damnation

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Chapter XXVII: Damnation
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"You're not worth my fucking time."

"I know, and I'm sorry," she cried. "Please give me a chance, just listen. You won't see my face again, I promise."

Kane looked at me and I knew I wouldn't make it out this room without listening first. I leaned back and gestured towards the nearest seat. She sat across from the desk and fidgeted with her fingers for a while before taking a pen and tapping it obsessively on the desk.

I waited for her to get her shit together, maybe Kane would get bored by then and we'd leave.

"I met your father when I was twenty five. He was thirty six. Our family didn't approve, only your nana and your aunt Kat." She took a deep breath. "I'd never lie, I loved your father more than I loved anything in this world, and he loved me, just as intense." Kane looked at me with wary eyes. I gulped. "We didn't think before we acted, we didn't care. So out of the most reckless and passionate love, I got pregnant."

Her smile made me cry. All this time wishing I wasn't born and she, the woman who abandoned me, her flesh and blood, smiled.

"I was so happy, I had Dominik's baby. My child. My first child. And him? He was so overjoyed we married the next week, we travelled the world in another week, he bought me the world and I only wanted him."

"Skip it," I said, wiping a tear from my face. My dad never stopped loving you, unlike you.

"However our family flipped over. They trapped me in my room, locked me, starved me even. I was pregnant and with no medical care. Your father was threatened to death if he ever came by our town, and knowing my dad we both knew he'd kill Dominik in a blink."

I looked at Kane. My father would've loved Kane like his own son. I knew it from the stem of my heart he would've approved of him. Not only did they had common likes, but Kane was what my dad told me. "A man who's interior is warm and kind for you and nothing else." No money could Kane ever see that would make him melt, except me, he was mine, and he let me know every day.

"So we escaped. I didn't took anything. I just took my passport and ID and I just left Hungary. Your dad, nana, Kat and I left on the first plane to U.S."

"Skip again."

She sighed. "We had the best year. You were born and we were finally happy. Until your dad got a call, from Hungary. Your father's brother was killed, and my father went to jail for it."

I squirmed in my seat. Another butterfly? Another death? Do I have any family alive?

"Your dad flew to Hungary and came back so weird." She paused, grabbed the whiskey and poured herself probably too much. "He yelled, and he cursed, your dad never cussed. And he was always drinking."

Oh. I blinked repeatedly. My father did had a drinking problem. And he cursed. But he never yelled.

"He was violent. He hated my family, and I looked just like them. He called me by my surname like my family defined who I was."

"Liar," I murmured.

"Don't believe me," she drank. "At least I got to tell you the truth."

"You're still a child-abandoning whore," I whispered, completely off my mind.

"Your dad hit me."

"Lies," I said. "My father loved you more than I could ever aspire to be loved."

"He loved me, alright, but back then your father was a mess. And he mourned by hitting me."

I shook my head. That's not my daddy. He'd never hit a woman.