I'm Never Waking Up (COMPLETE)

Chapter 14~ He wouldn't say that to me

Patience's POV

After telling Damon my address the ride is silent. I'm thankful as my mind has time to settle on what I feel. I'm worried but I don't feel unsafe. I've been perfectly safe for seventeen years.

Once we park in my driveway I'm quick to take off towards my house. I just hope that I can process everything I'm about to hear.

"Patience where have you been? I got a call from your school saying that you skipped half the day!" My father yells as I walk into the house, Damon quick on my heels.

"Father I think that is the least you should be worrying about. I think we need to talk," I say pushing past him to his office.

"Why is Damon here? What do we need to talk about?" He questions as he follows me to his office.

In the distance I can hear my mother talking with Damon as if they've known each other for years, but they could have since I never knew who my father even was. I step into his office. Everything is the same. The black walls. White bookshelves. Mahogany desk. Black leather chairs. Everything is the same.

"I know who you are," I say spinning on my heels to stare at my father.

"Yes, I'm your father," he laughs.

"No, I know that your a drug lord," my patience is running very thin. Even though I wanted to come in with a calm mindset, it is quickly fading away.

"That is crazy to even think that. Who told you that?"  My father says. He has always been a bad lier with me. I can hear the slight pitch in his voice and the nervous look he has on his face.

"I know it's true. Just admit it."

"Why would I admit something so out worldly?" He's starting to sweat at this point. His lies are only digging him a deeper hole.

"Because if you don't, you'll lose the only child you have," I didn't want it to come to this but if it's what causes him to spill than so be it.

"Patience's your talking crazy. How about you take a nap and then we'll talk." That's it. I walk out of his office and into the kitchen where I find Damon. Pulling his gun out of his waistband I cock it at my head.

"Patience put that down!" My mother yells as my father comes running into the kitchen.

"No! Don't tell me what to do! You have let me live under a rock for the past seventeen years of my life and when I finally ask for the truth you can't even tell me! Maybe this is all just some messed up dream, or maybe I'm going crazy!" I shout. This has to be a dream. None of this is real.

"Patience please put down the gun. I promise this isn't a dream," Damon is the one to speak this time. He slowly inches closer to me.

"No, let her do it," everyone turns with wide eyes at my father. He had spoken those words.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Damon yells.

"That's your daughter!" My mother replies.

"Let her do it. This is all a dream. It's all a dream," he says as he stares me right in the eyes.

"Please Patience you can't do this!" My mother sobs. I put my finger on the trigger as I stare at my father. He shows nothing. Not guilt, sadness, regret, nothing. He's empty. This has to be a dream. My father wouldn't say that to me. He wouldn't.

He was my father. The one who read me bedtime stories. The one who brushed my hair. The one who played barbies with me. The one who helped me with homework. The one who knew how I liked my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. The one who made sure I brushed my teeth. The one who got me my first phone. The one who got me a puppy. The one who got me my first car. The one who let me go to school. The one who kept me sheltered. The one who lied to me. The one who 'protected me.' The one that sold drugs. The one that was corrupt. The one man in my life that promised to keep me safe, but at what cost? Killing the lives of innocent? Taking parents away from their kids? He harmed the lives of the innocent.