WHEN DADDY LEFT

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Anthony's POV

"You know what? I am not doing this again. I am asking for the last time what did you do to Y'vania?"

"I already said I have no idea what you're talking about son."

He says in the most annoying calm voice. I can tell he's lying heck I know he's lying and it's really infuriating I mean who does he think he is?

"You are one pathological liar. You are a murderer admit it already!"

"That's not a way to talk to your father Anthony."

My mother says getting into the study where I stormed in a couple of minutes ago questioning him but it looks like this old man won't say a thing.
" Mum, this is none of your business! I am done being the good kid around here. I've always done whatever you wanted but what you do in return is hurt my loved ones."

She goes on,
"Anthony it's also my business especial-"
"No. It's not! Or maybe it is. You knew all this was going to happen, you knew all about the O'Connells but you chose to let me get hurt."
Dad gets up edging closer with a pleading look which I can tell is fake.

"Son I had no idea she was expecting a baby and in this case your baby."

"Just shut up already I don't want to listen to any of your lies! She was expecting twins dad. Your first grandkids."

I sit on the floor, strength oozing off me. My legs go weak and give up on me. I get this painful lump in my throat and tears threaten to fall.
Just a mere thought of my dad being a murderer makes me sick let alone the fact that he took Y'vania's happiness away. I support my head on my hands which are on my knees feeling the same pain I felt at California International Uni when that angry British boy told me about the baby.

I felt as if my world had tumbled down. I couldn't get up from the floor as everything went silent for what seemed like forever. The same Daniel I thought was restricting me from seeing Y'vania took me out of campus, to the hospital and back to my hotel room taking care of my injuries. All I told him was to take care of my Y'vania.

They say men don't cry. Yes they don't because I had never cried. Just a few tears escaping my eyes is what I counted as crying. Even when Ariel breathed her last breath and when she was buried and I knew I wouldn't see my sister ever again. I stayed calm and pretended that it didn't break me even though it did. I was doing it to please my father who always told Connor and I that crying isn't appropriate for men. I followed his orders. All my life I followed his orders. I gave up soccer to study medicine, again, to please him. I thought I loved him so much I didn't want to hurt him but I was wrong.

Against the door of the hotel room I remembered his hate speech against Y'vania and how he told the media that he paid Y'vania to stay away from me,how he told me that Y'vania wouldn't want to see my face again. At that very moment I realized that these words were reflecting on the baby. How Y'vania wouldn't want to see me after learning about the doctors at Miller Rosa getting rid of the baby. She thought I was also a part of it.

I realized how he planned my living with KL as a father to her baby just to hurt Y'vania. I remember how broken she looked when she asked about KL and the baby. She tried not to show it but I could see it through the look she gave me.

At the same hotel room I realized that my family has been hiding so much from me concerning the O'Connells and the Spencers.

But when my thoughts came back to Y'vania and the baby I couldn't suppress the sobs. I slowly slid down the door and sat on the floor heaving my heart out like a baby. I cried.

For the first time in my life. I felt like someone was ripping my heart out. I cried for the loss of my baby, for the pain I caused Y'vania and for the lies I had to endure with Kara. I cried until all I could see in front of me was a blurry view of my room as it tilted its way in and out of my vision.