I can't believe I am actually holding my father's hand right now. I don't even know what is on his mind. Jack was behind us as we were heading into a dark hallway.
"Sir, where are we going?", I asked.
"I want to show you something inside my office", he said.
I was so nervous as he slowly opened the door of his office. We stepped in and there I saw a very spacious place. It was a bit gloomy due to the classic European design of the room. There was a huge chandelier at the center and gold embellishments in every corner.
Sir Richard approached to a huge frame on the wall at the back of his table. I couldn't see the image well for it was a bit dark.
"Kyla, come here." Sir Richard said calmly and reached out his hand.
As I came close to him, I could slowly see the image in the frame that he wanted me to look at. I was amazed. Its unbelievable. The image in the frame is a portrait of someone….
Someone familiar.
Someone that looks like…. ME.
"Katherine." Jack whispered as he was also with us inside the room. I looked at him and saw him teary eyed and astounded while looking at the portrait.
"She looks just like you, don't you think?" Sir Richard said and smiled to me. "She was the woman who stole my happiness away."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I guess Karl have already told you how I treat him. He tells everyone that I am harsh to him." He said. "I just can't forget about my lost daughter. Maybe that's why I couldn't treat him right."
I felt a slight pinch in my heart when I heard those words. So my father isn't that bad at all. Maybe he was just misunderstood. Maybe I didn't judge him right due to hearing a lot of his bad side. I was about to come close to him when Jack suddenly held my hand tightly.
"Kyla, don't", he whispered.
I controlled myself not to go with my emotions. I had to be careful for I am unsure of what is my father's real intentions. I asked, "what happened, sir?"
"Let me tell you a short story. A story which even my son, Karl, does not know." He said.
I wonder what is beyond those words. I wonder if I must trust him or not.
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Kyla, the Ghost Hunter
Teen FictionDo you believe in ghosts? Have you ever seen one? Have you ever tried to touch one? Or talk to one? I have encountered all. I have faced one of the greatest fear of human kind. I have been more than just an acquaintance. I have not just seen, touch...
