Catching the sight of my father on his sick bed has got me paralyzed on this spot for minutes. My limbs went numb the moment I ambled in. All the cells of my body died minutes ago when I caught the sight of his pale weary face. I am unable to mumble a word, and the only thing speaking for me are the tears flowing freely from my eyes.At least he is not connected to the tubes, but he is so worryingly pale. He looks so defeated by pain. He looks like the pain has taken a toll on him and kowtowed all the energy from him rendering him helpless to battle this agony.I shuffle my feet to his bed albeit with so much grief in my heart. I drag a chair and recline beside him. I take his hand, and clasp it into mine. I kiss it, and he stiffens but doesn't peel his eyes. I lay on his chest, pleading with God to have mercy on my poor father's soul. For my father to look like this he must be dealing with a lot. "My child!" A faint whisper tickles my ears, fueling me to jerk myself up gazing at my
It's almost night when I wake up to the voices of the doctors in my father's room. I am still swaddled in my his arms, and he is still closing his eyes to the pain while the doctors are readying the meds. I strive as much as possible to slip out of his grip without alarming him, but I flunk eventually. He peels his weak eyes, and I clench his hand as he tries to catch a hold of me.Leaving him must have impacted him so much, and with a dreadful feeling of fear. I blame myself. I haven't stopped fathoming over how different things would be right now if only I didn't do what I did, and neither have I ceased reprimanding myself for all that is ensuing. Choices, they say, have consequences, and I am having a bitter sense of what precisely that means. How I wish I could get a chance to change a thing, but woe unto me, this is irreversible. I'll have to nurse these wounds I myself inflicted on myself and try to learn that running away from anything isn't ever a solution, and I am learning t
"Nanny?" I call out loud. "Your father, Ellie! He is...""Papa?!" I drop the phone on my bed, and sprint out of my room without even saying a word to Damian or dropping the call.I run into nanny Sonnia just a few steps from my room."He is calling for you non-stop, my dear. Please hurry!" Nanny Sonnia says with laboured breathing.Poor old lady! This chaos is not good for her.I run past her towards my father's room, and budge in without a knock."Ellie! Ellie! My child! Where are you?"My father is wildly writhing in bed howling my name. His tone is so low, and his breathing is with so much labour. The doctor's efforts to calm him down are fruitless. "Calm down, Mr Riccaford. Your daughter is coming.""E...l...l...i...e! My...my...""Papa!" I call out loud, rushing to him.He becomes still, but he is almost losing the breathing count. His chest is heaving up and down so slow amidst lots of struggle, I guess trying to pull the remaining oxygen left in his lungs. "Papa!" I call sof
"He seems so calm." I remark on my father who is peacefully asleep. After the talk we had about my marriage and agreeing, he made a call to Mr Riccaforte and they spoke. I never expected them y have a peaceful talk about this matter, but I guess my father was right after all. It's the daughter of the great Richard Riccaford that they playing on. I bet they are willing to swallow anything just fir me. After that, he fell asleep and it's been almost three hours. It's about t clock ten at midnight and he isn't showing any sign of waking up."He sure does. That seems to have been a huge load on his shoulder that he really needed to get off." Doctor Lemuel responds."I didn't know how heavy that issue was. I wish I did. We could have avoided a lot." I assert with honesty."The most important thing is that you handled it well. He seems so peaceful. Let's see how he was up tomorrow." "Okay. Can you watch over him for a while? I need to go downstairs for a bit." I ask."It's alright. Take a
"This is it, my dear. Are you ready for this?" My father says as I help him out of the room.Although he is weak, he is still dazzling in his three-piece custom-made suit. He seems like he renewed his energy over the night. He seems strong than I would have thought."Of course. I am ready, Papa!" I respond."Are you sure?" He asks."I'm sure. It's been long over time." I mumble, admiring his courage and his concern.Why didn't I see this side of him before? He seems like a totally different person."Alright. Just know that whatever you decide on, your father will support you. I mean that."Sound sweet, right? But like I said, this should have come to a buy earlier when things were not this complicated."It's okay, Papa. Don't worry. Nothing will go wrong. I have caused you so many problems. I won't add any more to the list.""That's what worries me. You still want to make up for everything. Didn't I say that you have nothing to be sorry for, my de
Hell is crumbling down on me. My head is spinning a thousand degrees per second as I spring to my feet again albeit with so shaky limbs. I have to clench to my seat for aid as I strut behind it struggling to ponder on any connotation of this hell of a farce as Damian's demeaning frame racks tall before me. Damian - Almenda - Riccaforte? He is that ghost? That... How come? Why the fuck didn't I know? What's this? A fucking hoax? I am peering deep into his familiar bottomless orbs, exploring for answers or any inkling that denote that this is a prank, but the ice in them doesn't give any hint of this being a hoax. Their dark alluring glow is still so strong as always, but today, right this minute, my eyes have assumed a certain dominant power that abates his dominant ones for the first time since I knew him. His stern gaze is everywhere on my face but my eyes. He doesn't bow down, and of course, and that is anticipated from an intrepid duke of his charisma, but I still can sense the
"We can still fix this, Ellie! We can avoid hurting ourselves and the people inside- our family."I fix my eyes on him, mentally scoffing at him.Fix?What is there to fix? The bond that he himself has broken? The trust that he broke? The shattered pieces of my heart that are scattered somewhere in my chest? What?"I'm sorry for hurting you, okay? Believe me, this wasn't my intention. I'm sorry. Please...!" Maybe, but he had myriad opportunities to do things right. He had plenty of chances and more so, a good reason to come out clean and save me from this anguish. My love and trust for him were adequate reasons for him to trust me with this. But what did he do? He made a fool out of me! He grips my shoulders, aligning our gazes, and I feel him tremble. A second time! "Please, babe, I love you. Forgive me!" He loves me so dearly to a point of concealing secrets from me. He loves me so much that he had to wait for me to find out about his identity this way without minding how much p
We saunter back into the castle, to the smiley faces of our parents around the table. Their loud hums as Damian and I take our respective seats beside each other as reserved for us halts. From the look on their faces, they ought to have debated a lot in our absence, and I hope it's nothing as insane as this - the marriage agreement. If they were crazy enough before to come up with something as absurd as this marriage arrangement, I don't even want to speculate what else they can come up with. Perhaps the number of grandchildren they want to have? Beh!I throw a quick glance at Papa. His expression doesn't look so optimistic. It's nearly flat, and I understand why. He probably thinks I chose the choice he gave me. Makes me wonder though. If he was okay health-wise, and if Damian came clean on time, this would be such a beautiful gathering, right? We conceivably would be slipping the engagement rings on our fingers right now. It would have been a blissful event - with everyone happy. I