I open my eyes and gasp. A man is standing at the end of the bed and looking at us. Who the fuck is he? I continue to stare at him, my breathing becomes faster with every second.
“Who are you?” I finally manage to ask. The man gives me a smile.
“I’m Elisabeth’s father.” He says, loudly, making Elisabeth wake up. I look down at her, she opens her beautiful eyes and gives me a smile but then she turns to the man and moves closer to me. I wrap my arm around her and look back at the man.
“You are not right.” I shake my head but the man walks closer to me and sits on the edge of the bed. I’m so uncomfortable but I don’t move. I don’t want to show my fear.
“I’m Elisabeth’s father.” He repeats and Elisabeth’s eyes widens. Six years he was somewhere and, as soon as Wilmer found out Elisabeth isn’t his daughter, the father is here. It’s like a movie. How the hell he found out about her? Where was he all these years? What does he want? I want to cry.
“No. Wilmer is my dad.” Elisabeth shakes her head and looks up at me.
“Leave this room.” I say loudly and stand up. “Leave this room or I will call the security.”
“And what will you say? That I’m talking with my daughter?” He laughs with sarcasm. Suddenly I can’t stop myself and my palm meets his cheek. The man immediately stands up and grabs my wrist. “Look what you’re doing, lady. I’m leaving now, but I will be back and I swear, you will never see Elisabeth again.” He turns around and walks out of the room.
“D-Demi” I hear a quiet voice but I don’t want to look at Elisabeth. I don’t want to explain her that. I’m no one in their family. And this is so bad, Wilmer should do that but that asshole is somewhere. “Dem” Elisabeth says again. I take a deep breath and turn to her. She has tears in her eyes. “It isn’t true, is it?” Elisabeth asks. God, why is she so smart?
“I… Your dad has to tell you that.” I whisper, looking at my hands.
“Which dad?”
I can’t help but let the tears run down my cheeks. I’m not ready to tell her that. I’m not ready to be with her. I need Wilmer. He has to be here and deal with this shit. This is too much for me. I can’t do that. I can’t.
I rush out of the room. My breathing is still fast, and my body is shaking. I can’t deal with it. I just can’t.
I don’t know how but I am outside the hospital, sitting on the grass. Through my sobs I grab the phone from my pocket and find Wilmer’s number. He has to pick up.
“Hello?” He picks up.
“Come here. A man was here and he told that he is Elisabeth’s father. She asked me questions which I can’t answer. I need you.” I say as the tears run my cheeks again. I hear how Wilmer signs.
“Okay, calm down. I’m on my way.” He says and hangs up.
