Silversage || Book I || 1D AU

11

"Happy Birthday, Keira." His voice echoed through the screen. I scrunched my face, trying to make out who the figure on the screen was.

"Who are you?" I was quite petrified to know a stranger found my PCS and decided to call.

"Astin." His lips curled upwards into a sly smile. "Astin Marx Roberts. Your father." I must've choked on my own saliva, as for I couldn't breathe.

"Excuse me?" I held a hand on my chest, coughing a bit to get ride of the nasty feeling.

"I am your father. Do you not believe so?" He raised an eyebrow. The background of the room was very dark. The only source of light would have to be from the screen.

"But I thought you were--"

"Dead. I know. I am truly sorry for letting you go through all this without me. Tell your mother I miss her." I saw his eye twitch a bit as he mentioned mother.

I motioned my head towards the teleporter. "What's that?"

"You're gift." I scrunched my face as I made my way towards the object. It was a small velvet box with a golden rim. Touching the material, the fuzziness made me retract my hand a bit. I reached for the object, placing it into my palm.

Opening it, a circular object with a small stone laid on top. I plucked it out of its carrier. "It's a ring. With your birthstone on it. Opal." His booming voice startled me as I almost dropped the objects in my hand.

"Oh." Was the only thing that left my mouth. It was beautiful. The white background with the hint of every color on the color spectrum scattered around the stone as the dim light shown from the curtain reflected off of it.

"You've grown so much." I kept staring at the stone. Twirling it around my fingers as the coldness touched my flesh. "I've meant to send it to you a while back, but thought that your eighteenth birthday would be more suitable."

I held the ring in my hands. I slowly placed it around my left pinky as it glided on perfectly. "Thank you." If he had bought it a while ago, why hasn't he at least called to say happy birthday, or just call? Why would he wait for my eighteenth?

"You're welcome, Keira." The words came out with a bit of an edge, but I ignored it. "I know I haven't been there for you and your mother in so long, but please understand that I had to. I would never want to leave you two." He was so still. His curls sat on top of his head, his brown eyes danced around my room. It landed on the vail.

"Where did you get that?" He looked at the vial intensely. I placed my hand on top of the vial, feeling its coolness touch my skin.

"Uh...mum gave it to me..." I timidly started playing with the end of my hair. I heard bickering coming from the screen. I looked up to see it turned towards a dark wall, as the shadows outstretched as they came closer as they argued.

I stood awkwardly in my room. The dim light from the sunset overcast the wall through the curtains leaving trails of warm colors, stretching over the walls. The screen started to rattle as it came fixed back to my long lost father.

"I'm sorry dear, but I must go. Tell your mother I miss her, and have a wonderful birthday now, love. Happy Birthday, Keira." He gave a warm smile, giving the vail one more glance, then the screen went dark.

"Goodbye..." I whispered to the air. The question that I yet haven't been able to make out was not able to get across. Where has he been the past nineteen years? Where was he? Where is he?

I heard ruffling, causing me to turn in all directions trying to make out where the noise was coming from. My eyes landed on the glowing screen of my tabloid standing on my desk.

I walked closer to see his brown eyes filled with concern, sitting there staring at nothing in particular. Did he listen the whole time?

"I'm sorry for snooping, but, why hasn't he talked to you the past eighteen or so years? I know it's none of my business but, how can he be so ungrateful to have a daughter enough to actually not acknowledge her and her mother's existence until his daughter's eighteenth birthday?" His brow creased as he progressed on with his sentence.

"I don't know." I stared down at the ring on my finger. I twirled it around. It was beautiful. Even though he hasn't been there for me- for us- I want to give him a chance.

"Wasn't it a bit suspicious? How he just out of nowhere called you? And the shadows?" His voice interrupted my thoughts.

"He could've been busy." I defended him.

"For the past eighteen-nineteen years? I doubt that." He scoffed. "I don't get a good vibe from him." His eyes fell on the ring and tensed up. He closed his eyes shut, as if trying to collect all of his thoughts.

He did say that he had to. But had to what? Was he forced into not contacting us? Did he even think about us? And all these years, mother has thought that he was, well, dead. How am I supposed to tell her?

I placed my hand on the vial, twirling it around in my fingers. I walked over and sat on my bed. The bracelet Alden gave me was wrapped around my right wrist. It was a golden bracelet with four chevron charms linked together side by side.

I placed the journal Alek gave me on my lap, running a hand over the leather fabric. There was an indentation of a silver fern on the leather.

"How should I tell her?" I looked up to see his chocolate eyes staring at me. His lips parted to answer but then closed shut. "Shouldn't I at least tell her that he's alive?"

"She won't believe you." He shook his head, placing it between his hands. "It's been what, nineteen years she hasn't seen him, he just disappeared. She's thought that he's been dead. If you just told her out of nowhere, she won't believe you."

I stared at the journal across the room. I'm surprised he hadn't seen it. If he still remembers it.

"What if he wasn't your father? And is just a poser?" I turned to face him, confused. "He could just be someone he's not." He tensed up. "Take off the ring."

"What?" I stared down at the ring. "What are you talking about?"

"Take it off." He kept eyeing the ring.

"Why?"

"I don't trust him."

"Just because you don't trust him, doesn't mean that I don't. He's my father, and I believe him."

I got up and walked towards his journal. I flipped through the pages to find any, any answers. A piece of paper fell out, landing beside my foot. I bent down and picking it up. A picture.

••Author's Note••

Image of the ring in the sidebar>>>>

Do are you on Alek's side? Or Keira's side? Do you believe that Astin is her real father or just simply a poser? Was she correct in refusing to take off the ring? Comment what you think below.

Yesterday was the last day of school for me, so that means I am no longer a middle-schooler but I am now a freshman in high school. This is so freaky! Now enough about me, let's move onto the dedication. Drumroll please!

Dedication: ...no one guessed. oh well. xP

Next Update: Tuesday, May 13th