Temptation

23

"D-dad, I'm s-sorry," I croaked.

Dad looked at the messy bed sheet. He shifted his gaze at me with a sign of disbelief in his face.

"Did you-- oh my God Vernon, I can't believe this," Dad ran his fingers between his hair in tension.

My throat was growing drier. My saliva was almost drying up. My palms were sweating in horror and anxiety.

Dad gave me a serious glare.

"You know what? She's leaving tomorrow," Dad decided and began to walk away.

"Oh no no no, Dad dad, please, I'm sorry--"

"Vernon, she's not safe with you! She's someone else's child and her mother did not send her here for this! Leave my hand!" Dad harshly moved away his arms and walked out. Dad locked the door from outside.

Dad? You too?

Abella's POV

I cannot stay here any longer. I need to leave. How could he do this? What am I gonna do? What am I going to tell mom? Such a shame! I should've never attended the ball. Neither would I meet him, nor would I have to come here and go back with such embarrassment. Oh God!

I couldn't hold back my tears. I pitied myself. The ball was a curse for my life. How would my mom even feel about this? I don't have a father or a sibling that she'll depend upon. We only have each other. If she pushes me away from her life, what will happen to me? I can't imagine what's gonna happen! Why why why? Why did this have to happen?

There a knock on the door.

"Abella, can I talk to you please?" Mr. Davis called.

I have to tell him I'm leaving. I'll not listen to him if he plans to cover up for his son.

I opened the door.

"Sir, I'm leav--"

"Yes you are. Pack up. Now. You'll leave this morning," he commanded before I could finish my sentence.

I let out a heavy breath.

"Child, I apologize on behalf of my son. I know he has done a very sinful action which is surely not forgivable. I've given it a thorough thought. He's not the right person for you. You deserve a lot better, not a wild bastard like him. Therefore, you must leave this morning," he advised.

Tears rolled down my cheeks in extreme anger and despise. I would've never believe Vernon as this man's son. They just don't match at all. A kind, understanding person like Mr. Davis... how come he deals with his own blood who can't even control himself.

"I'm sorry, Abella. I couldn't provide you a safe shelter here," Mr. Davis sobbed as he patted my shoulders. I remained silent.

"Go pack up"

I nodded.