6 parts Ongoing "You. of all people should know that I don't share what's mine with anyone. " He says he's voice dangerously low.
"This isn't about you." I say my eyes suddenly burning with tears, my patience running low.
"This is about me; looking out for you, youve been through enough, Im not going give anyone else, the opportunity to hurt you." He says firmly.
"You can't make this decision for me, how do you know he's going to hurt me?" I say feeling frustrated at his childish behaviour.
"I am making this decision for you. How do you know if he's not going to hurt you it's a risk. Is he even who he says he is? It's not everyday your dead farther turns up to take you home." He says frowning concern in his eyes.
"Will a DNA test be enough for you?" says a playful voice from behind both of us.
We both freeze, turning to the open doorway coming face to face with a handsome man who looks at most in his twenties, leaning against the doorframe, neatly dressed in black Dolce & Gabanna trainers, black jeans, and a black t-shirt, a sliver dog tag hanging on the outside, his shirt leaving his toned muscular arms exposed showing off the bottom half of a tattoo, the familiarity of a tattoo, one I've traced my finger over many time grey scorpion wrapped around a dagger, he's dirty blond waves slightly falling over his forehead, he's close enough for me to notice the playfulness in his electric blue eyes, every thing about him was suddenly familiar, this was him, this was my farther.
Mature contains: Graphic depictions of violence, and strong language.