Forbidden Truth

Chapter 80

Chapter 80
I had woken up in a cold sweat but this time it wasn't because of Alison. It was about my not-so-dead father. I had tried to go back to sleep but I gave up after an hour.
A force out of my control pulled me out of the bed. I got dressed and it pulled me to the abandoned warehouse where I found out he was alive. I had been following his scent around hopelessly for who knows how long.
When I had woken up, something in my head clicked. But I was terrified. If I was right, the truth might destroy me. If I was wrong, I'm still in the same place I was before.
Somewhere in my mostly incoherent state, I realize I was wandering around the preserve following his scent. I had doubted that he was here until I heard the muffled sound of footsteps on hard ground.
I darted in the direction of the sound. I saw him with his gun walking around. I ran to him, grabbed his gun and threw it to the side. As I grabbed him and held him against a tree, I couldn't help but listen to his heartbeat. I growled in his face and threw him down before I got a little too excited and snapped him in half. Looking into his eyes, I wanted to tear him apart, but I needed answers. Ones only he could tell me.
"Eva." He said with enough edge to slit my throat open. "Cole." I growled showing him my teeth as he stood up and brushed himself off. "Come to kill me or put on a show?" He asked bitterly. He pushed me aside and walked over to get his gun. I stared at him astonished. He had the guts to shove aside a werewolf much stronger and faster than him who wanted him dead without even blinking. I was so shocked it took me a while to snapped out of it. I turned around. It was now or never.
"You've seen the dead pool." I called after him. He stopped in his tracks. "You know how much I'm worth. You know how much was taken from the Hales. 117 million. If you add everyone's up, except mine, it makes since. So then I ask the question, where did that extra 400 million come from?" I called after him. My stomach twisted and shifted with nerves. I didn't want it to be true. Somewhere in me I prayed he was the same dad that would have thrown himself between me and a gun. But now he was pointing one at my head. "Yeah, I guess that does come up." Cole said coldly. He walked away. My chest felt heavy.
"You never told mom about the other bank accounts did you?" I called after him. Please, I want to be wrong about this. Please. "You didn't tell her how much money we actually had." He didn't turn around and my skin crawled. Please. I want to be wrong. "Who told you?" He asked. My heart sunk and I almost sobbed. "I have connections back home. It becomes a bit alarming when you get mail about withdrawals from your account from seventeen different banks." He didn't say anything. I wanted to scream and cry and beg all at once. Everything was slowly falling apart in front of me but I had no way to put it back together. "Do you really want your own daughter dead that bad?" I asked mentally beating myself for letting vulnerability in my voice. He turned and looked me in the eye. "Yes." Cole said plainly. I shook my head. "Mom was right. You have changed." I whispered. He stomped toward me. "I've seen every kill you made. I watched how much you loved the rush. I watched you murder innocents for that rush. You are a monster, Eva. I want you dead." He said. I felt sick listening to him.
"Why not do it yourself? It would have cost you less." I pointed out. "You may be the worst monster that walks the earth but you are my daughter. And no matter how many times I tried to convince myself, I can't do it." He said. I shook my head and my lip quivered. I prayed he didn't see that. "You're disgusting! I'm your daughter. If you want me dead that badly, put me down yourself!" I yelled at him. He ignored me and turned around.
"The Benefactor has the money. That means you know who it is." I pointed out. I knew he would never tell me but I wanted to hear it. "Yeah, I guess it does." He said and walked away. I didn't go after him. I knew that he would never say anything. After all I got my stubbornness from him.
I waited for it to sink in and for me to fall apart. Maybe somewhere in him, he knew this would happen one day. Why else would he never told my mother he was a millionaire? Had he planned to pay a mercenary when the time came? How long had he been planning this? And then the more daunting question: Why the hell is he alive?
I smirked. I may not know the answer but I know someone who might.