Chapter Eighteen
*warning smut*
We stayed like that for what felt like years. I didn't dare move but eventually my tears did die down and we sat in comfortable silence. Eventually I lifted my head up, my tears long gone. How am I supposed to feel in a situation like this?
"-ennedy!" My head turned to the familiar voice as it got closer "Kennedy!" It was Roman. I didn't have the strength to answer him, why couldn't I be in peace for a few more minutes. I shifted out of my father's arms as Roman and my mother came into view "Thank goodness kennedy, you're safe." My mother sighed in relief.
Once Roman noticed my father next to me, his gaze hardened "Get away from him, Knox!" My father glared right back at him before barking out "He's my son!" I can feel the fear in my chest waiting to take over. Perhaps it only wants to protect me but there really isn't any danger. It sits there like an angry ball propelling me towards an anxiety I just don't need. "Yeah right, where have you been all these years!" They kept bickering back and forth "I don't want you, your father or any one of your blood near my family!" Couldn't they shut up already, all of this constant arguing seemed pointless.
I felt more like a ragdoll being dragged every which way."Can y'all please shut up!" My chest was heaving up and down from how angry I was. They all stopped arguing and looked at me. "Why are you two even arguing anyways? Yes, you both may have issues with each other but uh d-dad.. I'm in love with Roman and Roman, he will always be my dad." I didn't know what to call them both. Should I call my father that hasn't been here for most of my life, dad or Knox. Same issue with Roman, we said we loved each other yet we haven't made it official.
Before Roman got the chance to argue again, my father turned his gaze from me and onto Roman. His eyes showed so much hatred and disdain towards him.
"No. I forbid it."
I had to do a double-take cause I believe what I was hearing "I've spent many years away from my family because of his father and I'll be damned if I just let it go. I've lost the chance to see you grow up and be with your mother so no, I will not forgive and forget!" The argument was cold. Every word over pronounced, slicing rather than tumbling through the dry air. The love hadn't gone, it had been distorted into a close mimic of hatred; and just as love endures, so would the wall of bitterness that separated it.
As much as I disliked it, I understood my father's point of view and it was sorta in that moment that I realized that my life was never going to be normal to how it once was. Which is sort of crazy considering what happened is best hours and days, that it just took this particular moment for me to realize and open my eyes. I wasn't sure how to feel to be honest.The whole situation is quite saddening and full of anguish and confusion, it was just the whole complicated mess that became my life in a matter of hours.
24 hours
1,440 minutes
86,400 seconds
That's all it takes to change your life...The situation I don't know what you would call it. I couldn't cry, I couldn't be angry and I couldn't be happy either but at the same time I did feel like crying. I wasn't angry although there was that little sliver of happiness that I got my father back and I was in love with Roman.
I was quite exhausted from everything. "Roman can you take me home, I think my father and mom should talk things out.." He complied, gesturing for me to take his hand which I did. I turned to my parents, giving them a soft smile. "Uh.. I've had a long day and I'm pretty sure you both have some unfinished business." They both nod and Roman led me to his car. He opened the door for me which I said a quick 'thank you'. The car ride was silent, His silence was somehow comforting and spoke for itself, it was peaceful in a way where I could feel at home and know that no matter what was happening, he was forever there for me. We made it to his house, I felt drained from the events that happened today but despite everything that happened today and what events took place, I don't regret any of it because if I did I wouldn't have met my father and I wouldn't have realized Roman's feelings.
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