"Welcome to Night Family Restaurant madam. What would you like to order?" The waiter, also known as my worse nightmare, says as he raises his head from the notepad he's holding.
The moment his eyes set on me, recognition becomes as clear as day, and just like me, the notepad in his hands also falls.
"D-Det-tia?" He asks, stuttering.
For a moment I'm lost in a daze. Everything around me becomes so quiet. For a moment it's only me in my world, with him standing in front of me.
For a moment I show no emotion.
For a moment all I feel is numbness.
For a moment I look at him intently, as emotions flutter through his eyes.
They range from sadness, regret, pain, deep sorrow and all over shock. The shock of seeing me. The sadness of not being able to get close to me. The regret of what he did flashing through his eyes. To which I don't know why. Seven years ago, he seemed pretty sure with himself. Pain because he won't be able to take back what he did.
The moment his lips start moving, I snap out of my reverie. Anger struck me like thunder. And before I know it, I'm on my feet landing three dirty slaps on his face. One. Two. Three. Left. Right. The left again.
The girls are no where to be seen now that I look around and guess what they'd think of me for what I'd just done. Darcy can be an annoying bitch sometimes, but when it comes to saving your arse, she's right there.
"I'm so sorry" he says, staring at me with tears fresh in his eyes.
"Sorry? Sorry? After all these years, after seven solid painful years, all you're able to say is sorry. Sorry for ruining my life. Sometimes I wish that I never went out to look for him on Valentine's day. Sometimes I wish I never eavesdropped on your conversation. Those forty five minutes I stood, listening to you ramble about how he killed my father. Those forty five minutes of me listening to you blackmail him, ruined seven years of my life. Seven years my kids woke up every single day without a father to give them hugs. Without a father to protect them. Without a father to tell them how proud he is of them. And I blame you. I blame you every single waking day. And all you can do is tell me that you're sorry? Well to hell with you and your sorry" I say, taking up my handbag, not caring for the people staring up at me.
They can burn the sea for all I care.
How the fuck is the sea burned?
Not now subconscious. You might want to shut the fuck up.
Well chill... jheez
"I'll try to make it up to you Detia. However I can. I'm so s-sorr-ry"
"Damn you Gideon! Damn you!"
Author's Note:
Awww, Gideon. Should she forgive him?
Well we'll see about that.
As for me, I'm just waiting for the man himself.
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RomanceAfter Detia leaves everything behind to start all over in Paris, where her father always lived and ended up dying, still with the mindset that Jace, her lover and the father of her triplets, killed her father. What happens when she meets him seven y...
