REBORN

Chapter 2- Gone too far

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Guilt.

Anger.

Disbelief.

Fear.

These are all the emotions I had in since the time I rushed from the hospital; I needed to get out of there and home is the only place I had as much as I hated it. I hung my punching bag and removed my feelings with strong punches enough to burst it, my blood drained every second I thought of what I did- if only it helped though.

My stomach curses when I hear heavy footsteps approaching because I know who it is. The last person I want to see on earth right now...the person who caused this shit! My heck of a father! The memories of last night flashed in....

"I 'll see you later fa...." My voice trailed off and I stood astounded for the sight ahead of me: a woman was slammed against the wall with her fingers sliding through FATHER'S hair! Their lips crashed desperately with nothing more but lust!

Before I realized, I moved backwards, crashing to the wall, with a loud thud ...loud enough to catch their attention. That's when the traitor met his gaze with me...I tried to look for remorse in those blue-green eyes but I saw none. He didn't let go of her. He gripped her waist tighter. Whoever the slut was she glanced at me with a smirk. Olivia! Mother's only best friend. That piece of shit!? B-BUT...NO! H-HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO US! MOTHER'S HEART WILL BREAK!

My face fell faster than a corpse in cement books. In that very instant my skin became greyed with my eyes stretched as wide as they could and my mouth hung with lips slightly parted to say something but what? I just stood there, struggling to inhale, to exhale or do anything. What shall I say to this man who cheated on his own wife who did nothing but loved him with all her heart? I sprinted out as fast as I could. I felt like the world was slowly disappearing in front of me. Or maybe it was just me who was fading away. At that moment, it didn't matter anyway because my empty burning lungs and my heart hitting my chest so hard I thought it will break my ribs and rip apart my skin...

I held the moving punching bag with my fists clenched in anger and took in this man in front me: a tall and healthy figure with strong shoulders, draped in a formal suit to acknowledge his rich status along with his leathery black strands flopping over his face and his eyes with no trace of tears but only coldness. How could he stay so calm after all he did? Did he even love her? The lines on his face etched the story of a happy life. Gone was the man who heartedly laughed at the childish acts of his beloved son; gone was the man who looked at his beautiful wife with loving sparks to tear down any worries. Where there had once been love was an emptiness, but not in any vulnerable sense. All that was left was the face of a man who didn't know what he let go. It is only then I realize he is too far to reach into him and pull him back. But what about mother?

" Took you long enough to get home, son. "Strike one

"When are you going to grow up and behave like an Anderson, Nicholas?" You should stop wandering around when you know you have better things to do," he summed up with disgust after sighing. Strike two

I drew in a deep breath to steady my breathing. "Funny for you to say, father; the very man that betrayed his own wife."

His face remains steady like what I said was nothing new...nothing he ever gave a damn about. How could look into my eyes when his son saw him banging his wife's best friend?

"Does mum know about your fucked up affair?"

Alas! He spoke. "No, she doesn't. And I suggest we keep it that way. I know you aren't that immature to tell her, son. You know Nicholas...we are the same. We relish the perks of being rich; we can't have the same ride all our life now, can we? A man needs a change, son...even with his wife." He stated with a wink. That wink itched my knuckles with an urge to punch that smirk off.

"YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH!" I snarled with disgust.

"Enough Nicholas!. That is no way to speak to your father! Is that what your mother taught you?" Strike three. His last words stung me, only fueling the fire that burned inside of me. Every word was gasoline to it, and my jaw rooted. That's it! I snapped.

"You disgust me! ALL SHE EVER DID WAS LOVE YOU, DAMMIT! AND HERE YOU ARE CHEATING HER FOR THAT PIECE OF S-SLUT WHO IS READY TO FUCK ANYTHING WITH A PENIS! EVEN IF ITS HER FIRNDS HUSBAND! YOU ARE A FUCKED UP PIECE OF SHIT AND NOTHING MORE! DID YOU EVEN LOVE HER? EVER? "I let all my emotions flow through my mouth with my muscles tense. All that rage came out faster than magma and just as destructive. It was like a volcano erupting; fury sweeping off me likes ferocious waves.

The wrath consumed like, engulfing my moralities and destroying the boundaries of my patience.

"Come on, son! I thought I taught you better than that. I do love your mother...I just needed a change. Like I said, we are both the same." The memories of that innocent girl suddenly flowed back into my mind; I fought hard to the sting of my burning eyes...I can't fall weak in front of this man. I couldn't help but be furious not at my father but at myself because I knew that whatever he was saying was true. I am just like him! I played with girls' hearts. I never treated them with love. I never looked for love. Only lust!

" EXACTLY! I DON'T WANT TO BE YOU! I DON'T WANT TO BE A BLOODY PAWN TO YOUR THRONE OF ANDERSON COMPANY! THAT IS ALL YOU EVER WANTED FROM ME! AND BECAUSE YOUR FUCKING STUNT YESTERDAY...I-I GOT SO FUCKING M-MAD...SO A-ANGRY THAT I R-RAPED A HARMLESS G-GIRL! SO MUCH FOR BEING THE SAME! " Before I knew the words flew out of my mouth and my father stood there staring with the most alarmed face I had ever seen.

 Nick screwed for what he's done? Is his father going to blame him for what he's done or will he blame himself? Is this guilty feeling going to make it worse for both? Or are they going to find a way to escape from this one? Ponder on this till the next chapter!