Enemy Basis | COMPLETE

40| happiness finally?

"You're awake?!" My father exclaimed in disbelief.

At the arrival of the new guest, Dorran's focus snapped away from me. The intense look he'd held just moments before vanished, leaving behind a palpable disappointment that mirrored my own. What had he been about to say? It felt important, more important than anything in that moment.

With a last, lingering look in my direction, Dorran pushed himself up from where he sat. "I'll leave you to it," he murmured to my father, his voice laced with a hint of reluctance.

My father nodded but I didn't want Dorran to leave. I felt complete when he was around me and it still didn't feel quite so real that he was alive. I needed him here so I could convince myself that he hadn't died; it felt almost unbelievable. The dread, heartbreak and guilt inside of me hadn't disappeared but Dorran was alive? There were no words to explain how I was feeling.

My father sat where Dorran was seated and looked at me with such worry and love whilst gripping my hands right.

"I was so worried Darcy," he said and I could feel the emotion in his words whilst Dorran still lingered in my mind. It seemed as if he was the only thing I could concentrate on.

Nevertheless, I was glad to see that Michael was unharmed.

Yes, this man hadn't been there for me growing up but him hiring Zane to protect me, showing up at the bridge, tackling his twin and now being here made me realise that his words at his house were true. He really was changing for me.

"I'm sorry for forcing you to stay at mine, I was just worried and wanted to protect you. Now I get that it was too fast much too soon. But Darcy, we can take little steps. I'd like to get to know you."

When I remained silent, he looked down at his hands, "I'm so sorry. You probably just woke up and here I am talking about this. What is wrong with me? I thought-"

He kept on rambling and I zoned it all out as I watched him.

My emotions had felt like they had been on a broken rollercoaster, up and down, up and down, the nauseating cycle making me feel horrible but this was a nice feeling that was brewing in my chest.

Dorran was alive and my father was here, healthy and making amends.

I could see in his eyes that he was honest and he was sorry and although I hadn't wanted to forgive him, I wanted to now. Everyone made mistakes and his would never be on the same level as his twin's. I would forgive him because life was too short not to and after all, he deserved a chance - everyone did.

I stared into his eyes, staring back at my reflection.

"I would like that," Was the only thing I said to him, my throat hurting so much. At my words, even though it was only a little sentence, his eyes lit up by a thousand shades, not trying to hide the happiness. And looking at him and feeling the surge of light in my heart, I knew it had been the right thing to do.

Things were coming together which felt unbelievable considering just five minutes ago,

I had been so distraught. I would never have imagined to feel so full, so hopeful.

However, the change in my father's expression brought me out of my jittered thoughts, bringing me down from the euphoria I was feeling.

I watched as the sadness crept into his eyes, a heavy blanket dimming their light. His brow furrowed, a sure sign he was wrestling with something difficult. I braced myself, waiting for the words I knew were coming.

"Darcy, I thought I had lost you," he blurted out as if he couldn't hold it in any longer, his voice very low and gravelly, tinged with the deepest melancholy, "I just got you back and I thought you had slipped right through my fingers before I had the proper chance to get to know my daughter."