ROSE

31. Father

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As he drove deeper and deeper through the night, my heart beats a little louder than it was. My thoughts didn't stop going back and forth about could it be or where he's taking me. Impatient was my worst enemy at the moment and as hard as I tried to wait and see what it is, my brain couldn't stop digging deeper and deeper about the worst things that could happen or happened and he wants to tell me about.

He said it won't make me mad so why am I worried. But he also said "I think" which was enough for me to take these two words as an excuse to keep thinking about the worst.

I sighed as he placed his hand on me then gripped it and placed them on his thigh.

"What's going through your head?" He sent me a quick glimpse before turning back to keep his eyes on the road. I closed my eyes and looked out the window next to me.

I don't know what's going through my head because there isn't only one thing, there is a lot going through my head and I hated it because I couldn't word it to describe it to him. What I'm thinking about isn't only hard to say but it's also hard to understand. I don't know what exactly I'm thinking about.

"Nothing." I lied just because I didn't know what to answer. I lied because I didn't want to worry him. I lied to try and get the patient he's talking about and telling me to have.

He rubbed my hand with his fingers and as I sighed. "Don't worry, I promise it's not that serious to you." He smiled at me then placed a small kiss on my hand.

"What is it about, Anthony?" I sighed, furious at the patient I can't have and tired of thinking and thinking and not getting any answers to my questions.

"Remember when you asked about my father and I told you that I don't want to talk about it?" He said. From the information that I got his father is dead that's why I didn't really care about him telling me and now when he is bringing it back up, I felt confused.

"Yeah?" I simply said, waiting for the next words he will hit me with.

"Well, from what we make it seem to everyone, my father, is dead." He started. His hand was getting sweaty in mine and because of the worries he had about telling me the truth, he parked in the middle of nowhere and turned the ignition off and turned to look at me. The car was dark just like the streets outside. Just a few cars passed from time to time, as I waited impatiently for him to finally tell me what is it about. "But he's not."

I frowned, unsure of what I just heard or perhaps, unsure of understanding him right. What does it mean that his father isn't dead but everyone knows that he is dead?

"I know...I know that sounds confusing...and you mind feel like I'm a horrible human being but I was forced to do so." He explained. The tone he was using to talk with was so confusing. I couldn't tell if he was hurt or sad or hoping for me not to get mad. My brain that was an unstoppable machine just a few minutes ago is now not working at all now, unable to make think about anything that could help my case right now.

"What are you trying to say?" I softly said as he looked at me with dark eyes, scared to confess whatever he is hiding. I rubbed his arm. He sighed and blinked a couple of time before pointing with his chin behind me. I frowned and turned to look at what's catching his attention and figure out what he was saying. I saw a huge building with lights all around it and a huge sign that read "Lockwood Recovery Center". I wasn't sure why he was looking at it or why we were here but when I looked back at Anthony, his eyes weren't on me, they were on our hands as if he was scared to look at me, scared to face me. As if he was ashamed to look in my eyes.

"What's going on Anthony?" I finally spoke out my mind. I wanted to know what's happening and he was waving the information right and left at me without giving it to me right away. I wanted to know what's going on, and now.