The Human {Editing}

Chapter 31

Victoria's pov

Micheal C. Halvasor

I read over the bold letters that spelt the name I've known my whole life, that belonged to my so called father.

I know what you're thinking. Any random man could be in this grave. True...

But how many Micheal Carson Halvasors are in or near this town? Plus, the year marked under his name was the exact year he was born. Coincidence? I think not.

He's been absent my whole life, I can't say I haven't imagined the first time I see him to be like this.

"Your what? "

I slowly turned to gauge his expression. I knew what he must be thinking. The daughter of the man who killed their Luna is standing infront of him. He must be looking at me differently now.

"He's my father" I repeated lowly, avoiding his eyes.

"Hey hey Vic look at me.. It's okay" He quickly embraced me in a hug. "I don't feel any different about you"

"Yea but everyone else will" I mumbled, thinking about how everyone will react. Especially Luka.

"Are you sure it's him? Your last names are totally different" I shook my head as I stepped from the hug.

"Can we go sit and talk? I have a lot to tell you " I sighed.

I mean, why not? Apart from Luka and Nick, he's one of the closest males to me. I don't normally talk about my life, but I guess I'll have to.

I took another quick glance at his grave, feeling a hint of sadness run through me. I've hated my parents my whole life for abandoning me and robbing me from a normal happy childhood.

In addition to what he did to these people, he really was a monster and I don't think I could ever feel any sort of remorse for him.

But for some reason, I felt sad. Only God knows why.

Lincoln decided it wouldn't be a good idea to talk beside a cemetery, so he was currently taking me to a small park in their lands.

We sat under a tree away from where the few people present were. We sat in silence for a while, as I got ready to begin. Well it's now or never.

"I didn't grow up with my parents" I started, already feeling the burden of my life story. His expression changed from concerned to sad, as I continued telling him about how I grew up.

I told him everything that I told Luka, including Sophie's suicide. I was actually impressed about how good I was holding up this time.

"When I was 12, I begged my aunt to have my last name changed to hers, but the process was too difficult. Even though my parents were absent, they were supposingly still alive, so it would've been too much for her to do" I added as I remembered how much I hated my last name.

For some reason I always resented my father more than my mom, and Sophie was my only parent. I thought it was only right that I had her last name, even if it was my mom's maiden name too.

"When Sophie died, I made a vow that I was going to change my last name when I turned 18, and that I did" I continued. He gave me a weak smile.