My father was already sitting on the sofa with two steaming cups resting on the small table in front of him, waiting patiently and pressing something, probably ice, against his swollen cheek and typing something on his phone, reminding me that I had left mine behind.Looking around the apartment, I see that while I was in the bathroom, he did some gathering and cleaning, the place doesn’t look as messy as it was a few minutes ago, still messy though, and you can almost immediately guess that a middle-aged man with drinking problems and a messed up life lives here.Lifting his head off his phone, he offers me a fatherly smile, his eyes dripping with pity as they roam my face, probably because of all the bruises it carried.

“Please, stop crying, sweetie, they don’t deserve your tears!” my father tries to comfort me for the hundredth time, and for the hundredth time he fails, his words fall on deaf ears, all I can hear are the random words and the loud hiccups, my hiccups.I want to believe his words; I want to toughen up and put it all behind my back but I can’t! I am too consumed with my own sadness and disappointment to pay him any attention.That is not all you are feeling and you know it!  My little devil whispers and I detect dissatisfaction in his whispering voice, he is not pleased and nor am I, however, putting his tone aside, I can’t help but acknowledge his words, as always, he is r

 “Are you sure he is going to be home?” I shake my head at my father’s question, to be honest I have no idea, it is Sunday, normal people won’t be at work, but again this is Nathaniel Williams, and I doubt he is enjoying a lazy Sunday morning at home with Clark and Beth.And unfortunately, this only leaves me with no other option but to call him!Fuck!I don’t want to call him, I don’t want to take his permission like a good girl, I don’t want to let him know I am coming and have him arrange the time that suits him, and I don’t want to give him the chance to prepare himself, to prepare more lies to tell

“Is that her?!” my father whispers to me as we entered the reception room where I have shared coffee with Nate before, Beth didn’t offer us anything this time, not even a seat, and the gorgeous blondie had excused herself to go get Nate.The thought of that woman bothers me to the point where I, for a second, have forgotten why I came here in the first place, why is she that This is going to be difficult! I tell myself as I take a deep sigh, I am already fidgeting and hesitating, even though I have just received another confirmation about his relationship with that woman. maybe this is why you are hesitating, because the last hope just died in front of your eyes.

"Something is troubling you, sweety?" I look at my father's face and see concern written all over it, I didn't say much since we left Nate's villa, the wound in my heart is still fresh and bleeding, but even with that I am unable to shake this uneasy feeling that something is wrong, what if something happened to his father because of what he heard? I would never forgive myself if that was the case, The thought only made my mood go soorer, and my father was quick to notice it."Are you still thinking about what happened in that man's villa?""What is something happened to his father?" I ask, my voice laced with worried."And what is this whole thing is but another way to trick you, make you feel guilty about something that isn't even your fault!" My father spat making me look at him, so many words on the top of my tongue but i chose not to say any.How can i tell him about this feeling in my heart without sounding like a naive girl who is easily manipulated?