At last | Editing

Chapter 44

P.S This chapter and the next will be two of the longest chapters I've ever written in this book.

"Father?" I say so low that it comes out as a whisper as all of the colors start to drain from my face.

"What are you doing here?" I add.

I haven't seen my father since I was about five or six years old. When I had left I wasn't able to keep in contact with him as much as I would've liked because it was the only way to keep me safe, and untraceable from the enemies.

Or so he thought.

I mean I had video chats with him thru some social media sites such as ooVoo, Skype and sometimes IMO but never through FaceTime or Facebook Messenger.

Those video chats were meant to be a sacred, happy and meaningful for the both of us. It was the only hour of the day that I got six times a year to remember where I come from and all he did was talk about the company or about the dreadful incident that left me without a mom.

Ever since mom was killed, that's all he did was put his work with leading the organization over me.

And now here he is standing before me dressed in a navy blue tuxedo with a crown on like he's some type of God.

Haha.

What a joke!

"I can ask you the same thing about them." He says, his eyes looking past me.

I felt a gush of wind as his shoulders brush past mine as he walks past me standing behind, diagonal of me with his hands behind his back and his shoulders hunched. He looks Marty and Amarillo up and down trying to make a judgment about them.

"Who the hell are you? And who invited?" He pulls his gun from his waistline and pistol whips both of them in the head, making their bodies fall to the floor.

"Dad! Stop!" I exclaimed as I jumped between the two, as Ronald and Kelenna followed.

"Birgundi, move out of my way."  I stood there with my hands out in front of me as sadness brim in my eyes as I've come to the realization that the man who stands before isn't the man who I had to watch drop down to his knees as nestled up against my mother's lifeless body.

"Birgundi!" I jerked as my father's loud voice reached my ears jolting me back into reality as I was lost in thought.

"Move. That's not a question. That's an order." He added. 

"Yeah. Your good at doing that aren't you?" I scoffed.

"Good at doing what?" Confusion laced his voice.

"Good at giving orders than you are at asking questions."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked as the corners of his eyes crinkled while skepticism laced in his voice.

"That's what you always do! You've NEVER put me before your 'orders' not once since mom dad. Not once!" I snapped.

"What are you talking about? No, I do not." He continues to deny his abandonment behavior as he finally dropped his gun from being pointed on me but he still the confusion.