BROKEN ANGEL

CHAPTER 11-->FLOWING EMOTIONS.

I watched her face and surprisingly she showed no emotions….no tears.

She stayed like that for 10 minutes then spoke up.

“Is that all?” she asked flatly.

“Yes Irina”

“Tyler you can leave I want to be alone.”

“Irina I can’t, you need to get your grief out, you have to show emotions.’ I advised.

“You didn’t care so much yesterday afternoon.” She yelled.

“Irina, you don’t have to bring that up.”

“why shouldn’t I ? If I hadn’t come to that damned office, none of this would have happened.”

Her face went red with anger, I guessed but still expressionless. I searched her eyes, praying to find some sort of emotion. I did.

But this time a glint of hatred that burned in her eyes so little but fiery.

Hatred for whom? Me?!

“Irina do you hate me?” I inquired in a low choky tone.

“no.” was all she said and somehow I felt she was lying.

“I do feel this is somehow, my fault, I should never have done that to you. I thought you were just taking advantage of me, but I was wrong. I still care about you. Please find a way to forgive me.” I confessed.

She stayed there, no movement, her face blank….almost lifeless.

I was scared of what was racing in her mind, what she would do.

I was scared of losing a friend and great partner.

I was scared for her.

Her life had changed drastically.

She could forgive me.

But would she ever forget?

I looked at her and she did the same but in a rueful way.

I took it as my cue to leave but before doing so giving her a kiss on the forehead, still she wore a blank face.

I walked to the door, about to shut it when I heard her say with so much hate, more like loathe.

The words hit me in the chest like a knife.

She was scarred for life.

The words rang in my head over and over.

“They’ll pay for this. I swear on my dead child.”

 They had finally broken her.

She was never going to remain the same

“Never” I muttered, shutting the door.

IRINA’s POV

I had no more tears to shed.

I had to be strong for myself.

I needed all of them to pay.

My mum and any other person who wanted me to suffer.

Glancing around, I wondered who brought me here.

I could have died.

Although it would have been better than living in this cruel world.

The sound of the door creaking snapped me out of my thoughts.

 I looked up and gasped.

It was my dad.

I hadn’t seen him in weeks.

“Oh, my darling” he spoke rushing over to my side, comforting me.

At the sound of his voice my flood gates opened.

He still cared.

“I’m sorry for not being there when I was needed and leaving me with that witch of a mother. Please forgive me my sweetheart. “He said fighting back tears.

“It’s okay.” I sniffled.

I looked up at his shirt I had ruined with my tears.

“Sorry for ruining your shirt” I chuckled.

There was a long pause, he spoke first.

“When last did you write a song.

Surprised at his question, I avoided his eyes and stayed quiet.

“I missed you a lot, you know?”

“ I missed you too dad.” I said pecking his cheeks.

“ you should write more songs, you know, let go off the emotions….i know you’re really good”

I smiled.

“That’s exactly what I need… letting go.”

He kissed y forehead and hummed my favorite lullaby as a child but I wasn’t sleepy yet.

“Dad?!”

“Yes baby.”

“Can I come work at the company?”

I saw the happy yet surprised look he wore.

“Of course, my precious, but you still have a year in college”

“I might just skip that, I really do want to work there.”

“Anything you want princess.” “Promise me something first.”

“Anything daddy.”

“That you won’t rush things, you’d get better first, then start your three months training.”

“I promise.” I replied holding out my pinky to perform our father- daughters swear.

I was elated that he still remembered the ‘ancient practice’ we did when I was still a young girl.

“You still remember.”

“I have all our memories here, my princess” he said his hand on the left upper side of his chest.

He kissed my nose like I liked him to and continued humming the lullaby.

A lot had happened these past 2 months but I sure felt a lot better knowing my dad still loved and cared for me.

Even if the whole world was against me.

It would always be me and him.

It always has and will continue to be the two of us against the world.

And him being here confirmed it all.