WHEN DADDY LEFT

Ethan

        Anthony's POV(3months later)

I still can't believe that a single lie can change someone's life a lot.

How a lie can undo someone's life completely.
How a lie can raise someone's hopes to the sky only to have them tumble down into pieces.

How this same lie can make you give up on something just because you want to keep the one you already have.

But of all things how this same lie can completely suck the air out of you.

How a lie can make your family fall apart in disappointment.

How it can make you realise how betrayed you are.

And finally how it makes you realise you are LATE.

Because yes I'm late.

Too late to run back to the past and too late to focus on the present because its ruined.

At some point in life I had learnt to accept Kara into my life just to make everyone happy everyone including me.

Kara. The woman who prepared me into fatherhood just to leave me with an empty room, an empty crib and an empty heart.
A heart that was prepared to accept an angel.

Whoever is there listening to my thoughts. Just imagine this.

Waking up knowing that in the next twenty four hours you're going to be a daddy. Dressing up for work with so much enthusiasm,reporting to work earlier just to check up on your wife in the delivery room, go on with your work in very high spirits waiting for the call. You get it two hours later you run faster than fast help her bring your angel to the world then a few hours later some guy in designer clothes comes in and claims he's the father not you.

Joke right?

A big fat joke indeed.

In fact you laugh out loud double check with the authority and mental doctors ensuring that none of their patients ran out and in the middle of doing that a fight knocks in and when you're about to knock the life out of that lunatic your baby mama confesses the truth.

You wanna know what the fucking truth is?

"Honey am so sorry but my parents forced me into this and I had to pin the baby on you but he's the father."

Honey.

Forced.

Not the father.

This three things broke me apart.

Got me raining my fists on that poor guy until all I could see was blood. Until all I could see was hands prying me off him. Many hands including the cops.

You know what I earned myself on that day?

Bruised knuckles, a warning from the cops and a few slaps from dad.

I ran away. Ran into a bar. Away from all the pain soaring higher than my blood pressure.
I ran until all I could see were the tall buildings and the famous faces of many TV actors and singers. Until I was back to where everything felt like home. Home is where I belong. Home this time means the girl with a sweet smile that hides the broken heart.

Home to Y'vania.

My Y'vania. The girl who knows exactly how to touch and hold me in all the right ways.