Unintentionally Chased

30. Unveiled

I stood there astonished when the man declared his identity. My clouded eyes couldn't leave his sight when those words contracted my ears. Taking a step back from him, I blinked to make the view clear. It was the same man, whom I stamped in the crowd. This cannot be true, all this time- before I could complete my thought other thought interrupted. Is he another kidnapper? Stepping back several steps, I was surveying my driver who was nowhere to be found.

"Levy listen to me." He said while taking a step towards me.

How did he know my name?

"Back off." I snarled, tears leaving my eyes.

"You don't have to fear me." He stepped forward, making me mirror his action oppositely. "Ok, I am not moving." He stood still in this position.

"Who sent you to kidnap me?" I asked. This was a stupid question, why would any kidnapper would tell that. But my mind wasn't running fine to ask any proper question.

"Levy." His voice was composed and calm. "Listen to me girl, I'm not here to kidnap you."

"Oh yes! kidnapper will ask permission before the kidnapping," I said, moving back as much as I can. Do kidnappers follow over the country too? No, this can't be possible. Is he really my father?

"How did you know my name?"

"I am the one who gave you this name."

"There might be some another Levy, I don't have a father," I said.

"You do have a father." this time his voice raised a little.

"I don't." I snapped, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Let me explain." He softened his voice. A voice that wanted me to listen to him.

"Explain what? That you suddenly fall from the sky from nowhere." I don't want to listen to him. He seems real, his words doesn't feel like a lie. I am afraid to face the truth.

"Let me speak."

I kept quiet after that 3 syllables and he began his explanation

"I am your father, I always was." He took a deep breath and continued. "But Clara Troustkey is not your mother."

Those words he said was nothing less than the shooting arrows, piercing every little cell of my body. The intensity of the tears increased by each beat, which was beating abnormally fast. Unable to believe what he said, I told him something which I shouldn't have said.

"Liar!"

"It's not a lie." calmness was still maintained in his voice. "Your mother's Margaret."

"You're lying," I shouted at him. "And why would you say all this now?"

"So that you should believe me, that I am your father. Admund and you-" before he could finish, I cut him off."

"Just Admund and me? What about Adam." I don't know what he was saying, but he didn't mention Adam and that was bothering me.

"Adam?"

"You don't know Adam?" I asked.

"No." He replied. This time there was confusion in this voice.

"Hah! You don't know Adam, yet you're our father." I threw my hands in the air.

He's lying!

Before any of us could say another word, a beeb-beeb took our attention. I quickly moved away from him, making my way towards the car. Not too soon he caught my hand.