Changing Past

Chapter 6: Missing

Quote of the Chapter:
'Sometimes it's good to not have a few answers in life rather than getting hurt after knowing the reality.'

After talking to Alex, I couldn't bear the thought of losing her because of my heartless father. 9:30, so that meant I had 6 hours and 30 minutes until I had to meet Alex and explain everything. I tried to text her but I always ended up deleting it. I missed her. My hands trembled and the pit in my stomach grew deeper as each second passed. My anxiety grew as time seemed to slow down until the next time that I heard her voice. Her laugh, her smile, the way she looked down when she's embarrassed, or the way her eyes seemed to turn hazel when the lights hit them perfectly. I missed when her hair turned brown from the sun in the evening. I missed hugging and kissing her. Hell, I even missed when she annoyed me just so I could fight with her.

I realized I had to set things right with her, not because I wanted her, but because I needed her. I saw all of the warmth in her eyes fade away before I left her alone in her room. I had to do a few things before I saw her, I needed to get my stories straight, and to do that I had to see the one person that ruined my life. The one person that held a boundary between me and love. I needed to go see my father.

I rushed downstairs to my car and turned on the engine before I rolled to the windows down to let the wind blow against my face. The satisfying sound of my mustang's roar calmed me down. I rushed onto the interstate before my thoughts drifted away.

'Don't lose focus. Don't let him in, and keep him at a distance. He's manipulative, and sadistic.'

My head is filled with all types of questions that desperately needed answers, and I intended to get them.

I quickly zoned out until I looked up to see my speed: 98. I slowed down, and began to drive for what seemed like hours until I pulled up to my father's driveway. My mother and father separated. They signed a prenup before they got married, so my mom kept all of her belongings and the same for my father. Due to the prenup, my father had to downsize his 170,000 square foot mansion. My father practically lost his mind and had a temper tantrum and left my mother low and dry.

I took a few deep breaths in my car and started to piece together what I would ask him after I saw his wicked face. I decided before-hand not to tell him about Alex. She's too important to me for him to bash her like he's done to all the rest.

'11:00. Let's do this.'

I had been sitting in his driveway for 20 minutes, and I was almost positive that he knew I was here. I finally got out of the car and slowly walk up to his doorstep with my hands in my jeans and my heart racing. I rung the obnoxiously loud doorbell and waited for what seemed like an eternity.

I turned around thinking he's not home, until he opened the door quietly and said, "Welcome home, Lucas."

"Hello, Jason," I said with my back still turned away from him. My eye started to twitch as my body moved towards him. My eyesight was blurry and dazed and my throat was dry. I walked back up to the doorstep and walked past him entering his home without his permission, in clear defiance.

"Jason, I've come to talk. Fortunately, I don't have long."

"Not even calling me father anymore?"

"You have never been a father to me."

"Oh? Is that so? Who fed, clothed, and bathed you," he retorted with a smirk on his face.

"Well, the boarding school teachers did, until I learned to on my own. And Jason..."

I stepped closer to him, and I could smell his breath which reeked of cigars, I looked into his dark blue eyes and see my reflection in them before I said,