Ethereal [COMPLETED]

XXXIII. Daisy White

Ethereal| 33

•Angelina•

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Through the years you spend with your parents, you're bound to witness one too many facial expressions as the time passes -- as you grow up.

Take the 'I don't believe a word you say' look for example; there are two scenarios that follow after that look, either busted or condemned, even though you may be telling the truth, this face is like a classic.

Then comes the shocked face afterwards, this happens way to often if you ask me, and there is always that look when someone is telling on you, and your parents are just there looking at you -- and you know what's going to happen when you're alone.

Moral: there are a lot of looks you receive from them, on peculiar occasions and on normal ones.

Right now I'm receiving a mingled expression from my father. It's not really shock; can't say it's repudiate either. It is more like....Everything. A mixed look was etched on my father's face.

I guess it's mostly because he didn't notice Decklan earlier, not until I mentioned him, that is. When I noticed he tensed at the mention of him, I tried adverting the story somewhere else but failed at it.

Where do I start? I asked myself.

I knew it was a bad idea for me to start talking, I mean, I had to mention the culprit, right didn't I?

I even couldn't defend Decklan at the first place because I don't know where he stands. Yes, he may have helped us escape the place we were in, I'll give you that, but I shall never forget the fact that he was the one that brought me to Demonia in the first place.

But still, he was under peer pressure, his sadistic excuse of parents forced him to do this. The blame specially falls upon his mother, if she thought that sending him here would cut him some slack she was indeed wrong. I can't imagine being stuck with individuals who would never understand me, that I can never mingle between them neither change them, but I'll have to change myself.

And in this case, Both Dora and Decklan were thrown in that ruthless Dilemma. Because Dora never belonged there as well, she deserved a better life, with better loving parents. I may have lacked in that partition as well, seeing that my mother --rest her soul-- has died in my early years and my dad spent the rest of my life mourning her. I never blamed him for grieving, but I always blamed him for distancing himself and pushing both me and my brother away from him--specially me.

I blamed him for his lack of actions upon her murder, and that was one of the biggest reasons why I had to step up my vengeance. Maybe that's the reason why I'm standing in front of him now.

"But that's not the point!" I screeched, my voice transcending a couple decibels much to my dismay. Even my dad seemed to cringe at that -- the whole room did, in fact.

My father arched his eyebrow up, speaking a silent 'then what is?'. I shrugged, what do I say? I can't go around justifying his actions if I don't know if they are truly just. Decklan remains a mystery for all of us.

He stayed silent for a while, holding both his hand together he leaned his head on it. Looking up he asked, "Did they harm you?"

Even though it was a small whisper we all heard it all too well, I shook my head which he nodded at. "They saved me." I whispered back.

"I'm glad you're fine." He said, ever so slowly. My gaze calmly meeting my father's.

"Me too," I said using the same tone that he did. I noticed that the whole room was starting to get uncomfortable due to the thick tension, Why were we here again?