"Oh sweet little kitten, don't cry. Let me wipe away those tears from your beautiful eyes. Tell me what's made you sad. I shall kill whoever it is who've hurt you Kitten".
I hated his little pet name for me, but then why did my heart skip a beat ev...
"Aw man, my head". I felt like I had fallen down 3 flights of concrete stairs and even opening my eyes proved to be a challenge. With how bad the throbbing pain was in my head and the wave of nausea I wouldn't mind dying right now.
"You gave us one hell of a fright yesterday princess".
A loud groan escaped me as dad's voice boomed around the room.
"Dad, please. Don't open the curtains" I begged knowing I'd suffer the minute sunlight seeped through.
I peeked my eye open to see him gripping the curtain and slowly pulled it open.
"Dammit dad" I sulked as I rummaged in my chest of drawers for a pair of blacked out sunglasses.
"Daddy, I can explain"-
"Princess" he sighed sadly before sitting himself down on the edge of my bed. He stretched his arm out and gave me a tall glass of water and several pain killers.
"Thanks" I grumbled before chugging them down eager to relieve myself of the pain I was suffering.
"Baby girl, I understand why you did what you did, I, I just wish you had not turned to alcohol to relieve the pain and heartbreak. I wished you would come to us and talk. I used to do the same as you with my problems, but we are family and we are always here no matter what".
I could feel my eyes stinging with tears noticing my dad's own eyes beginning to water.
"You have no idea of the pain I felt when you called me yesterday. I've been through a lot in my life, but hearing you cry completely shattered my heart. I'm sorry. I failed as a father".
I had never seen my dad so broken in my 24 years of life. He had bags under his eyes and looked almost pale. He was strong. The strongest man I knew and his protectiveness over me was primal. I was his little princess, his baby girl and it hurt him seeing me turn to alcohol to numb the pain.
"Daddy, you didn't fail. No one knew what he was capable of. If anything, I'm glad that I now know the truth. God knows how long he would have hidden it from me. All I know is that I do not want to shed another tear over him".
Reaching out towards my dad, I carefully placed my thumb under his eye and wiped away the tear that slowly trickled down his cheek.
"I love you. We love you so much Lily and we will stand with you always. You know this is your home and will always be here for you. I am so proud of the strong woman you've become. There is someone out there who will treasure you, protect you, and love you unconditionally".
"Sometimes you have to kiss a few frogs to find the prince" I whispered with a small smile on my lips seeing my dad's tears vanish and chuckle at the quote.
"Well all I can say is that I'm glad you're back home and safe. Your mother and I had no clue where you were. Truthfully I feared the worst, but I know my BabyGirl. I knew you were just letting go of all the anger and hatred".
"I'm sorry for scaring you. Honestly, I can't remember much last night. I guess I just wanted to numb the pain and flashbacks of them. I don't even know how I got back here in one piece".
Dad lifted his hand to my face and gently swiped away several loose strands of hair.
"You came home in a taxi last night. At least you were smart enough to carry around a piece of paper with our address on it. Can't say you coming in was easy. Isabella had to clean up your sick twice".
But I don't carry around a piece of paper with my address. I don't think I even told the driver my address.
"Oh heck. I need to apologise to mum and"-
"Shhh. It's ok princess. She was more relieved that you were back home safely".
Dad lent forward kissing me on the top of my head before standing up and heading towards the bedroom door.
"Is there anything you need? Chocolate? A fried breakfast? Another pillow?".
"A fried breakfast would be nice please. I'll just get ready". Dad nodded gently before swiftly leaving my bedroom and closing the door quietly behind him.
Groaning loudly I slowly threw my legs over the edge of the bed and stared down at the floor to see my coat, shoes and bag laying discarded on the floor.
I was still trying to piece together what had happened last night. I could have sworn I didn't drink that much. But perhaps for someone who is pretty much a light weight, maybe 3 large glasses of wine was a stupid idea.
Placing my bag onto the bed beside me, I undid the zip and reached for the contents inside hoping to find clues to last night's events, but instead stumbled across the most beautiful but random thing.
A single white lily flower sat on top of all my bag contents. I couldn't take my eyes off the beauty of it. But why did I have random flower in my bag.
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Picking up the beautiful flower I took my time examining the details before bringing it to my nose to smell.
And then I remembered someone putting something in my bag before I got in the taxi.
The man, the man at the bar. The man who called me Kitten. The man who looked like a Greek god. The man I foolishly didn't ask the name of.
I didn't even know if it was coincidence or not, but as far as I was aware, I didn't tell him my name. Is it coincidence that he put a White Lily in my bag not knowing my name was Lily.
