WHEN I ASKED WHY

( Chapter 17 )

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Saturday morning
6:12

I'm dressed up, ready to meet the enemy. My father. My intentions are to ask him for answers and that's it.

No more, no less.

He's going to talk and he's going to tell me the truth.

I take a taxi and pay him to drop me at the hospital. When I arrive, i realise I have no clue what the room number is, so I ask this one nurse, big built and has a McDonald's burger in her hands.

"Excuse me ma'am, I'm looking for a man named Eric John Sitle? I was informed he was at this hospital. "

"Yeah, so what?" She says without a care in her life. Her mouth open, chewing loudly, it disgusts me.

"I'm - I'm his daughter. " I say frightened, i never admitted I was his daughter because I wasn't. He wasn't my father, he's just a man who was once there but then left. He might be my biological father but he's definately not a father figure. I wonder how he was with Hailey Aku? Just abandoned like me?

"Daughter huh?"

"Uh, yes. "

" ID?" She asks obviously.

" I only have my school ID, I'm seventeen.  "

"U-huh." She then reads, "Caroline Marie Sitle. Born 17 April, West Virginia, United States. "

She continues reading and eventually I knew everything she reads - Finally she gives it back.

" Here, room 11 level 4. " I walk to the elevator and looking back I see her take a huge bite from the burger and wiping her fingers on her uniform.

Eww.

"Oh well, let's just get this overwith" I murmur.

I walk to the elevator press level 4 when a male nurse and an old woman comes running to attend the lift. Well, I don't know if it's the smell of the lift itself or someone, between the three of us, haven't taken a bath in years, I'm guessing it's the old woman.

When the elevator doors opened, I instantly move out and look for room 11. Not far but it made me nervous. Seeing him for so long and speaking to him made me cringe. I couldn't help it. I take a deep breath and open the door. I straighten my black oversized shirt, tie my shoe laces and tighten my ponytail.

I stand not completly in the room but close enough. My shadow appears on the white tiles of the hospital. Then i see him. He's lying down on the white linen bed sheets, looking through the window. All the hospital equipment planted on him, yet he can still see, hear and move his neck. I feel no pity for him, not the slightest pity. None at all. His room filled with machines and x rays. On my right is a table stacked with medicine, pills and tablets and bottles I don't know. Next to his bed is another table filled with papers, work most probably. It all made me think that lots of people visit him. Someone's trying to help him. I can't remember how he looked like but he's masculine now. He has a little scruff, short brown hair almost turning grey.

"They told me you wouldn't come, I always thought not. " I shiver to the sound of his voice, that deep masculine, smoked voice. Still looking at the window, not even to me. Did he expect me? Did he know? Emotions build up within me and I clench my fist to control my anger. That was it, I'm feeling angry, like I want to punch him.

"You knew I'd come?" I ask, not taking another step.

" Yes Caroline, i knew you'd come back." The way he said that made me even more angry, how can a person expect someone, whom they haven't seen in years to come back to their lives, just like that. I can't. It all seemed planned. A bomb where I live? Was this meant to happen?

"Don't call me that. " I stated.

"You know, when your mom had you, we had no idea what to name you. I suggested Jane, your mom decided Rena. So your Grandma said Caroline. She was best with names. But we still don't know where It came from." He chuckles and so my face becomes red. There were so many things I don't know about my family. I don't communicate with my mom, she's my only family relative who knows about our history. Grandma sadly, moved away from us. Away from the country. There's so much I need to know. And there's no one to tell me.

"I didn't come here for story time. " I persist.

" Ah, there's your mother right there. Always so against everything. " He points to me, still his attention to the window.

"Why did you leave us? And don't tell me it's because you hurt Becca because I know that's not the only reason. So tell me, why did you leave us?" I start to clench my fist as I wait for him to tell me the truth.

"I-I had problems with your mother, the work, people. I had problems everywhere. And I couldn't solve it. " He pauses and relieves the tention with a sigh. "Someone came back for me and I had to go, h-he wanted me dead so I ran."

"That man, he's the one who planted the bomb right? He's dead now "

"Y-Yes. " He stutters.

" What was his name?"

"Excuse me?" He says, confused.

"I want to know his name, the man that planted the bomb." I don't know what I'm doing but I want revenge, not only to my father, but him. That man that brought everything here. I want to know who he is.

"Caroline, are you thinking this through? Do you want to get involved in something that's going to kill you?"

"I need his name." I walk to him, only to notice I'm standing right at his bed side. My hands pressing against the chair that lays between us. I'm pressing it so hard and when I'll look down at it, my hands will become red. I ignore it.

"His name was Karl Malenin, part of the Ultimate Fighting Championship of mixed martial arts. "

"UFC? " I ask.

"Yes. " He answers.

"Karl Malenin. " I repeat.

Then it all come to me. Karl Malenin. Father of James Malenin, Dan's friend. James, the one who beat the crap out of Sarah. I instantly remember the look on his face when we stood there, when Dan was protecting me. That mischievous, destructive smile on his face.

And Sarah moved, she flew to Canada because of him. It becomes clearer. A father who teaches his child to fight. An agressive man who becomes a role model for his child. Fighting Is never the answer, but not for his family.

"He's James father. Dan's friend. " I say in shock. He doesn't say any word further, knowing my frustration with him, he feels the moment is too soon although, not knowing Karl's son, James he shows compassion and empathy.

"I-I have go. " I release my clenching hands on the plastic chair and begin to run but not before I hear his voice as i hold the door knob to push it down.

"Wait, where are you going? " He asks, reaching his hand out.

Not turning back I say. "I'm going to get revenge. "

I press the down the door knob and leave.

Karl Malenin, the father of James.

This time he's going to pay for what he's done, and that...

I'm very sure of.