All Chapters of MY SAVING DOOM : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

After work that day, Ryan drove me into the same street where I had spent some of the hardest years of my life. I had walked these roads countless times with tired feet, an empty stomach and a heart that had long become accustomed to disappointment. There had been days when simply returning to that house felt like walking toward another battle, because I never knew what mood my mother would be in or what version of myself I would have to become just to survive another evening.But this time was different.There was no anger in me as I stared through the car window. There wasn't even resentment. Just an odd emptiness, like I was looking at a place that had once been important to me but no longer had the power to hurt me the way it used to. Perhaps too much had happened since then. Perhaps I had simply outgrown the girl who used to tremble at the thought of coming home.Ryan pulled over in front of the house, and I looked at the familiar building for a few seconds before opening the doo

The mist remained thick around me, so thick that I could barely see beyond a few feet in front of me. I stood frozen, my heart pounding so loudly that I could almost hear it echoing through the strange space. I didn't understand where I was or how I had gotten there. One moment I had been standing in my bedroom, and the next, everything I knew had disappeared, replaced by this endless, silver space that seemed to have no walls, no ceiling and no visible end. Then I saw movement. At first, it was nothing more than a shadow moving through the mist. I narrowed my eyes, trying desperately to make out the figure. My heart began beating even faster as the person continued walking toward me, one slow step after another. There was something familiar about the way he walked. Something I knew. Something my heart recognized long before my mind could accept it. The mist slowly began to thin around him, revealing his silhouette first, then his shoulders, his hair, the shape of his face

The moment I made to take a step towards him, everything suddenly shifted, and before I could even process what was happening, I found myself standing in my room again. I looked around in complete confusion, my breathing uneven as the realization slowly hit me. I had been pulled back to reality. Just like that. One second I was standing in front of Damian, close enough to see the sadness in his eyes, and the next I was back in my bedroom as though the entire thing had been nothing more than a dream.I wanted to scream.Actually, I wanted to run back into whatever that strange place was and demand answers, but the thought of everyone downstairs hearing me stopped me. So instead, I fell onto the bed, grabbed my pillow and buried my face into it before letting out a muffled scream that probably sounded more ridiculous than terrifying.I lifted my head after a few seconds, still trying to catch my breath. My heart was beating like I had just run a marathon, and my mind was moving even fas

Instantly, my eyes filled with tears.I didn't even realize I had moved until I found myself running toward him. I crossed the distance between us and threw my arms around him, holding him as tightly as I could. I didn't care that Ryan was somewhere nearby. I didn't care that Evelyn was probably watching. I didn't care that I was twenty-eight years old and had spent the last few months becoming a completely different person.For those few seconds, I wasn't twenty-eight.I was fifteen.Maybe that was because the last time I had seen my father, I had been fifteen. That was the age I had frozen at whenever it came to him. No matter how much I grew, no matter how much life changed me, no matter how many things I survived without him, a part of me had remained that fifteen-year-old girl who didn't understand why her father had suddenly disappeared from her life.And now, after thirteen years, he was standing right in front of me.My father.The man I had spent years pretending I didn't nee

"I'm sorry, Nanya," he said gently, lowering his head. "I don't have the right to give you excuses. I just want to apologize."There was something about the way he said it that made my anger hesitate.He wasn't trying to defend himself anymore. He wasn't trying to convince me that he was right or that everything that happened was beyond his control. He was simply sitting there, accepting the fact that whatever his reasons were, I had still been the one who lived with the consequences.He looked at me and gave me a small smile.I immediately pouted and looked away."Come on, Nanya," he said softly. "You might be big now, but you know you'll always remain my little princess."I turned my head toward him."Don't even try to coax me, Dad. I'm still very angry at you."I folded my arms across my chest, trying to look as serious as possible.He chuckled softly."I know you are.""Good.""And that is why I'm apologizing."He shifted closer to me, his voice becoming more sincere."Please forg