Surviving You

Chapter 7

Traped by Memories

"You came." He was sitting there, in front of Joe while he cooked, on his laptop. Like always. You will never see him away from that thing. And if you do, you better look outside to see if it's a blue moon. The both of them looked up at me as soon as those words left my mouth and into the air.

It was strange seeing him here. I know it shouldn't though. It shouldn't be weird seeing your father, the man you look up to, sitting in the kitchen working like he hasn't talked to you in probably a month.

"Well hello to you too, Quinn." He says his eyes never leave the well lit screen. He was weird hearing his voice after this long. It was low and firm, something you would need to have when running a billion dollar company.

Unlike me and my everyday outfits of T-shirts and jeans, my father liked dressing the part of wealthy. His personally tailored navy blue suit hugged his body while his tie and shoes complimented it too. The shiny gold Rolex watch style could be seen miles away.

"How was work today?" I asked trying to strike up conversation.

"It was fine until I got a call from my chef telling me that my daughter would like to have dinner with me, so I had to leave early." He answered while I felt a pain in my chest. I looked down suddenly becoming very interested in my shoes.

As an attempt to release the sudden tension in the room, Joe grabs a plate of food that has steam flowing into the air making the room smell delicious, and takes it to the dinning room table where everything is setup.
"Sir," he began. "Dinner is served." My dad simply nodded and thanked Joe while he walked out.

But I called for him making him stop in his tracks and turn around. "Merci (Thank you). " I smiled. He grinned back at me as a reply and walked off again.

"Thanks for coming anyway, dad." I commented while sitting down in front of him.  To say that the chicken, on the plate in front of me, smelled good is an understatement. Joe is an amazing chef and it shows in his delicious food.

He ate his food as his elbows laid on the table. Something my mom would always be upset about. She hated when we didn't show our manners at the table. It all just reminds me of how much I miss her. She wasn't there to see me grow up, but my dad was. But instead he thought it was a better idea to leave me all alone. I do miss my mom but I miss him too.

"I've missed you so much." I mumbled so quietly I could barley here it myself. I heard him stop eating and look at me while I looked down at my lap.

"It's only been a couple of weeks, sweetheart." He said just as low.

My head rose up. "Exactly. Its been weeks since I've seen my own father." I exclaimed. "It's like you're denying the fact that I even exist."

"Quinn, stop--"

"No." I interrupted, my voice rising. "You left me. You left me just when my mother died!" I was breathing hard and unevenly until I realised what had just come out of my mouth and my eyes widened. I haven't said those words out loud since it happened. But it was too late to take it back so I kept going. All the feelings and emotions. All the memories. They we're all trapped inside of me for so long. But now they were coming out all at once and at full force.

We were all happy once. But all of it changed a couple months ago. There we're four of us. My mom, dad, sister, and me. The picture of perfection. The golden family. Right? Wrong.

For years, a famous gang of men have been going around the city and kidnapping women and children of wealthy families. They have been drugged, beaten, raped, and thats just them being nice. All that is known about these men is that they are escaped criminals from Alcatraz, the most dangerous prison in the US.