More Than A Book

Mistakes and Mall Troubles

I only own my OC's!

Another place filled with mist. Except that this time, it wasn't that field, or that forest. I couldn't even figure out where I was at the moment! "First fields, then forests, now nothing. Just fucking great." I muttered sarcastically while turning around and trying to see through this mist. Why, just why the fuck did everything have to be covered in it?! If they wanted to add a dramatic effect to it, then it wasn't working.

"I see you still haven't changed your mind about that desire to know more about your father." The same male British voice commented. That was the voice from the dream before! I started turning around hastily, looking for the source of the voice. "And I see you still haven't told me who you are." I retorted angrily.

That made the man laugh once again, much to my annoyance. "A person who knows your father." He responded simply, and this time, I could see in which dialect he spoke. It was a Birmingham one. "And where's your proof?!" I shouted angrily, turning around even more. "And for fuck's sake, just show yourself like a man!"

"I'm sorry, but no can do. And the proof? I know your father better than anyone else..." "Alright, you had said you knew everything about him, I get it!" I cut the person off annoyed. "You want to find your father, right?" The man asked, ignoring my statement. "But have you ever wondered if he wanted to be found?"

Hearing those words made me stop immediately. What bullshit was this man talking about?! "What do you mean?" I asked slowly, clenching my right hand into a fist in process. "He left your mother and uncle, that's what you know. But neither of you knows why. What if he didn't want to have anything to do with your mother, what if just looking at her made him feel disgust?" The voice asked mockingly now.

Father did leave Mother, but no one really knew why.... But this suggestion was pure bullshit! If he felt disgust towards Mother, then why would he leave after doing with her the thing that resulted in her having me.... "Bullshit." I said firmly, making the voice laugh. "Are you sure, my dear?" "Yes, I am. THAT'S BULLSHIT!" I shouted venomously before making a run towards the unknown.

What I wanted was to just get away from that voice; it didn't matter where it would lead me! I finally stopped to take a break, hands on my knees. "You." A voice said that word as if it was some sort of disgusting thing. Looking up in surprise, a man with blonde hair and dark eyes was staring at me. The same one like from that picture I had lost earlier....

But there was no friendly expression on his face this time. Anger was spread all over it, his dark brown eyes showing intense hatred I've never seen before... "Are you...." I started only to be cut off. "I don't want to hear a word of it." He said venomously in an American accent. "But why?" "Why?" The man started laughing.

"Are you really that dumb? Tell me Lilette, if I had really cared about Bryony, would I have left her?" He looked me in the eyes directly this time. I stayed quiet at those words, making the man smirk. "But... What about me?" I spoke up quietly. But he started laughing. "You? You my dear are nothing more than one of many mistakes in my life. Meeting Bryony and Angus was a mistake, love was a mistake, you were a mistake..." "STOP IT!" I screamed, covering my ears and not being able to listen to his words anymore. But then, he took hands off my ears violently and smirked even more. "What's the matter, girl? Can't deal with the fact you were one huge mistake?" I glared at the man, feeling nothing but hatred towards him. "You fucking, son of a..." I started furiously, preparing to punch him when....