Love's Complicated.

Love's Complicated - Chapter 17

Avery was sure her knees were about to buckle underneath her as she stared at the now smiling man, who held a gun in his right hand loosely. She stared at his face, her breathing quickening scarily as she couldn't deny the resemblence between herself and the stranger.

The skin tone was almost a match, and the hair was the same black as hers, even with a slight curl, which explained her waves, considering her mother had straight hair. His facial structure was so similar to hers, except more rugged, manly, and the eyes is what confirmed his comment.

Looking at his eyes was like looking in the mirror.

"Who the fuck are you?" Aden hissed, stepping slightly in front of Avery protectively, and the man laughed, twirling his gun in one hand.

"I thought I just made it clear. I'm your father, Avery." He directed his comment at her, ignoring Aden, who was so tense he was barely breathing. Avery felt the opposite. Her body was in shock, and she felt sluggish, like she couldn't quite comprehend what was happening.

"You can't be-" Aden started, but suddenly, the mans face morphed into a scowl and he held the gun up to his head. Avery gasped, and Aden went completely still, although his blue eyes still burned holes in the man.

Avery stepped forward, her own narrowing. "Put that thing down, he hasn't done anything."

The man cocked his eyebrow, then chuckled, lowering the gun. She heard Tally's sigh of relief and felt like doing one herself, but she was still staring wide-eyed at the man, not quite realising how in shock she was.

"That attitude is so like your mothers. You're both so stubborn, so determin-"

"Don't you talk about my mother! You don't know her!" Avery said, surprising herself because her voice sounded so strong compared to what she was feeling.

The man laughed, tilting his head back but keeping his eyes locked on Avery. "Oh, you don't believe that I'm your father? Why don't you ring your mother and find out, hm? Ask her what she was doing on September 17th, 1992, and you mighty get your answer."

Avery's blood can cold. She counted ahead nine months, and gasped, a hand over her mouth.

The man smiled, but it was sinister, mocking. "You see? I am your father, Avery."

Tally snorted behind them, and they all looked at her for a second. "What?" The man snapped, annoyance clouding his features.

"Sorry, you just sounded like Darth Vader for a second there. Just saying." Tally said, and the man looked at her thoughtfully, before turning his attention back to Avery.

"Quite the club you have here, my dear. A boyfriend who looks like he wants to rip my head off and a friend who is just asking for a bullet in her."

"I'm sorry if my Star Wars comment riled you up that much, sir, but you must realise you are quite the nutcase." Tally continued, and Avery shot her a look as if to say 'shut up'. Tally shot her one back, and Avery noticed her phone in her hand.

Avery frowned. Why would she not just leave it in her pocket?

"Don't test me girl."

"Like Brittany must have tested you too, huh?"

Avery gasped, her head whipping around to see the man staring coldly at Tally, yet he wasn't denying the claim. She glanced at Scott, who looked pale, regretful. Well, too bad, Avery thought, knowing that whatever Scott did now, she really didn't give a shit, because he helped her so called father, slash murderer. He could go to hell, as far as she was concerned.

"I don't know who you're talking about." The man stated calmly.

Tally raised her eyebrows. "Oh? You don't? Blonde hair, a little on the skinny side, remember her now?"