The Other Side of the Story

Chapter 16

A/N: Chapter 15 is private like some chapters it was rated R and was made private and I couldn't do anything. Sorry

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It’s been days since the meeting with the Danfield’s and it’s been days since I last talked to Micale. I know he didn’t mean it and I know he shouldn’t be paying for his past mistakes before we got together but I can’t help the feeling of betrayal. I hate it and I hated making Micale suffer because of my weakness.

My family has been paranoid and hasn’t been letting me leave the house alone. According to them the only safe place is home so whenever I leave the house they are always with me. I hated it. I know they’re only trying to protect me but I just wanted me time. I wanted time alone and time to think without anyone hovering over me or breaching my personal space. I know I shouldn’t blame them for protecting me but I hated that they think I’m handicapped or whatever.

I was being suffocated by my family. I needed an escape and I needed it before I go insane. I wanted something to do in a different place. A place where no one will know who I am or what happened to me. A place where I could start again even if it was just a few days or a week.

“DAAAAAAAAAAAADDD!” I shouted running down the stairs.

“Yes honey? What is it? Is it trouble? Are you hurt?” Dad panicked but I just had a wide smile.

“Do you love me?” I asked.

“Yes, I do. Very much so. Why do you ask?” He eyed me suspiciously. He thinks I’m gonna ask to go somewhere alone.

“If you do, can we go on a Christmas Vacation? Like maybe Italy?” I asked excitedly. Dad chuckled and hugged me.

“Of course sweetheart. This is a great time. We can visit your Uncle Rowan in Italy. I haven’t seen my brother for 3 years since we moved here. He’d be happy to see the family.” He replied and pulled out his phone. He is probably going to call Uncle Rowan so we could stay with him.

The thing is my father came from a poor family and it was hard work and determination that got him where he was now. Uncle Rowan was a different story. Since their family was poor and my grandparents couldn’t support all of their children my uncle decided to go to the city and work. He was working in a family restaurant and had a regular customer.

This customer always asked for my uncle and soon they became great friends. Being great friends the customer, an old man, told him his story. The old man was a widower. His wife couldn’t bear any children so they planned for adoption. Before the adoption could be finalized his wife had been caught in a hit-and-run after that he couldn’t function normally. His friends supported him but there was only much they could do. The old man was rich and right when his wife died he knew that no matter how much money he had it would never bring back the only person that could make him happy.

He decided to donate in charity and had many scholars. When the old man finally got it through that his wife was never coming back he tried to function again. His friends set him in blind dates but he was never interested. His wife was the only person he loved and the only person he will love for all his life. He gave his time to charity work and one lazy afternoon met Uncle Rowan.

Uncle Rowan was the only one who could make him smile aside from his wife so he treated Uncle Rowan as his son and when he died he gave 75% of his money and properties to Uncle Rowan and the other 25% to charity.

Uncle Rowan was devastated and felt ashamed to take his money so he didn’t want it but the lawyer said that, the will is water tight. The money and properties would go to him along with a letter addressed to him from the old man.