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B.❤.B 39- Apologies is not enough

*Farheen POV.*

I really didn't want to talk about all this mess, actually I wish this was all a bad dream.

The more we approached home the tighter my heart became inside my chest; I put the side back down to not watch the way. Anxiety was eating me up on the inside, and Fahmy wanted to talk, better say soft talk me.

I really wasn't willing to hear anything; I had the feeling that whatever they said would be a lie. Surprised when he pulls over and we are not home, what is he doing? I open the car door and wanted to walk away but he promised to tell me the truth and about one thing he was totally right.

All my parents would do is apologise, they would never really tell me why all the mess and lies. Why living apart? Why hating each other? Why make me live a lie?

Soon I had all the answers and it all just made me sick. What would make them reach such extremes, not enough love? At least enough love for us their kids, since they showed to have no love to Allah.

And now thinking that I'm not my father's daughter, I look at his face and remember a few months ago when he came to my room and told me his plans to get married.

---flashback---

He puts a box of chocolate in front of me, really what a cheap trick. But it's Lindt my favourite, so I won't return it. "Will you forgive me?"He asks.

"Do I have a choice?" I say rhetorically.

"I guess you don't. You don't have another father." He says and I laugh at that, it is actually funny how true it is?

"You could at least have chosen dark chocolate."I play and he makes a guilty face.

---End flashback---

Now I get how sarcastic that was, maybe he didn't mean it that way; but at least I get how much of an outsider I'm.

He adopted me and I try to imagine how much painful it was to live this last fourteen years raising the child of his wife unfaithful affair.

Somehow I feel filthy and worthless; I rejected his new wife to be with what rights?

And Fahmy was right, all I got was apologies. After I heard that I just went to my room and buried myself under my pillow. I hear steps coming in my room and pick to see Mrs. Hadia there, I really preferred her when she was my friend Leila.

I ignore her presence and fake to be asleep. I don't know what his intention was by letting her into our home again.

When I open my eyes it's still morning and she's still in my room, asleep on the couch. I go for a shower and when I come back she's no longer there. I go to the kitchen and there they are whisper yelling at each other, I try to ignore that and hold a huge fake smile on my lips.

"Assalam Alleikum." I say and they reply surprised exchanging gazes. "Are you guys discussing who's going to tell me who my real father is?"

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I know, I know... short! But will try to compensate for it!

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