And She Was Caught (Completed)

Chapter 15

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I flung the door open only to face Alex who was about to open the door right at that moment. Upon seeing the look in my face, his eyebrows snapped together in worry.

I tried to sidestep him but he grabbed both of my shoulders. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"Bring me to my father Alex, now." I recognized the difference in my voice and Alex did too. But I didn't know what changed or how to explain it but it was undeniably there. The silence inside my brain had snapped like tightly coiled ropes and all the things that my mind had withheld came rushing through me like a sea of water breaking free from a dam. It knocked the living daylights out of me.

He studied my eyes, most probably trying to figure out what was happening. Could he see it in my eyes? "We can go there tomorrow if you want." He suggested.

Could he see that I was almost at the edge of the cliff of my sanity? One more push and I would just fall to that black abyss of nothing. Could he see how my heart was trying to burst free from my chest or how my brain was begging me to just let this go and stop thinking? Just give up, Vanessa! It screamed over and over again.

I started shaking my head, "No. It has to be now." It has to be now or I might go crazy. "Please," tears welled again as my lips started trembling.

Alex sighed and jerked his chin. Cupping my cheeks with both of his hands, he brought his lips to touch mine and he murmured, "Everything's okay."

My eyes drifted close because I knew that it wouldn't be okay and I don't think anything would ever be. I didn't tell him that though because he'd start asking why and he wouldn't believe me either.

June went with us and she looked at me questioningly. But I couldn't stomach looking at her face. Seeing her, and knowing who she was, I couldn't bring myself to look at her eyes and swallow the bile rising through my esophagus. So I trained my eyes outside the window but I wasn't seeing anything.

My mind was conjuring memories of the accident that took my mother's life. She asked for my forgiveness, told me I might never forgive her much more understand her and she's right. I don't think I would understand why she did that.

I didn't know how long the drive was but I snapped out of my stupor when Alex finally broke the heavy silence inside the car. I then noticed that we were parked in a hospital parking lot.

I looked at him but his jaw was so taut I was scared for a moment that it would snap from the pressure. He stared right ahead for a long moment before he met my eyes. There was doubt in there, clear as sky in his dark eyes. "We can't come up there with you. Your father wouldn't take it nice and easy when he sees me."

He told me and I honestly didn't know what he was trying to say. "I'll be back," I told him reassuringly and he shook his head and my heart twitched uncomfortably. To be honest, despite the swirl of overwhelming emotions running amok inside my chest right at that moment, the hurt of him not trusting me felt like another blow.

"I'll be back, Alex." I told him more firmly, wiping the hurt off from my face and I unbuckled my seatbelt.

I went out of the car and again, the overwhelming fear of knowing the truth hit me like a strong wind. I walked my way to the reception area woodenly and asked for my father's room number.

I stood outside his door, my fisted hand suspended in the air as I had second thoughts about wanting to talk to him. I wanted to know the truth or at least I wanted to know if what I was thinking was right or wrong. But what if it is? What would be of me then?

Sucking a big breath I knocked and entered his room.

"Vanessa!" My father --- no, was he really my father? With that thought, my steps faltered and my heart suddenly felt like a heavy lead inside my chest and my lungs froze.