Chapter 18

MIA

‘I KILLED HIM’

NO.

My father, the last I saw him was when Bryant came to fetch me. He was seating on his favorite beige couch, one leg crossed over the other, his lips hidden by the moustache with grey hairs just down his nostrils, his eyes unfocused on me and his ears bleak to my screams.

I wasn’t his favorite daughter, I knew that. But even if he had betrayed me, he was still my father. The man who contributed to me being here, the man who acted like a mother and father to me for all eighteen years of my life.

I had wished death on him. So many times, but I didn’t actually mean it.

He was my father.

My father.

And now as I raised my head to look at the man who had been inside of me hours ago, a tight knot formed in my heart, tears welled my eyes and needles pricked my throat, it hurt.

Flames didn’t speak after that.

Instead, he stood there, his dark eyes searching mine, his chest heaving just as mine was except mine beat with resentment towards me, towards him, towards everythin