Slightly Abnormal

Chapter 4 - Extremity

Felix

I can’t forgive myself. I hate myself. I despise myself for the trouble I’ve caused. They’ve seized her and sedated her to a room I don’t know where. This is my entire fault.

I’m being seated at a chair in a white litted room. There is a chair in front of me waiting to be seated. Just then, the door creaks and a tall man steps in. The man with the amber cold eyes and dark hair –David– takes the seat.

“Where is she? And where is my father like you promised I’ll see him?” I demand.

He laughs. “Oh, young boy. So foolish, just like your father. He isn’t here, you see, he’s dead.” He says it casually like he does this every day, announcing your dad is dead. I go pale, my eyes sting with hateful resentment for this bastard. David, the cold hearted bastard, promised me my dad was alive this hold time, saying I’ll get my father back in exchange to befriend Delila – which I didn’t ask the reason for. I had hoped my father was still alive. Now that hope is crushed.

“You fucking piece of shit.” I croak, tears springing my eyes. He fixes me with a cold stare. “Where is Delila, then?”

His eyes twinkle just for a millisecond when I mention Delila. “My daughter is safe resting in the infirmary.” He says. My eyes widen. What? He laughs at my reaction. “Yes, yes. My daughter. Her mother hid her from me all this time. I loved her once though, such a shame she’s dead. Died a tragic death.” His eyes droop and fall to the ground in sadness, then quickly transform into his cold stare.

I take about a minute or so to process this shocking information. Delila mentioned she never knew her father, and later claimed he was murdered – though, that’s what her mother told her. This guy is definitely mad. He is fucking crazy.

Delila

I awake into a cold room. My eyes feel slightly heavy, and my body is in excruciating pain. I take in my surroundings. It seems I’m in a narrow, white walled room, with half a dozen beds. I’m the only one accompanying a bed in this room. I sit up and immediately regret it as my arms fall like jelly. I growl as my back hits the hard mattress.

I think back to what happened, though my mind betrays me as it feels hazy. All I remember is a lot of fighting, a man, and dreamless sleep. Ugh. Just then a tall man enters the room. The man who captured me; with the bleak amber eyes.

“You.” I whisper. I attempt to lunge at him but my body feels endlessly painful. I scream.

“You’re safe now dear,” He says.

“What the hell do you want?” I yell. Two men in black suits enter the room behind him, guns in hands.

“You, of course. Is this how you act when you re unite with your beloved family?” he mocks, and then grins at my confused face. “Yes. You’re my daughter.”

I stare at him. And then I burst out laughing manically. He regards me with bemusement. One of the guards mouth twitches. He has deep dark hair, with shady Cimmerian blue eyes. His skin is coppery, and his arms peak with lean muscles. He is handsome, and he oddly looks familiar, but whenever I attempt to place it, my mind blanks. “You’re kidding me right?” I say with a hint of a smile playing on my lips.

“This isn’t a joke Delila.” He says sternly. And realization hits me as I study his features. We share the same almond shaped amber eyes, the exact same full lips and share the same stare. The guy with the dark hair and blue eyes keeps staring at me; it seems he’s trying to mentally tell me something.

My mouth forms an O shape. I manage to sit up a bit and use all my strength to punch him so hard in the face. He falls back, nose bleeding a crimson shade. One guard helps him up, and the other one – with the dark blue eyes – grips my arm hard. “Take her to the cell!” My father demands the guard gripping me.