Novel & Cerita I'm Your Father

"I want to eat your dark cuisines, Mommy. I want you to tell me bedtime stories and hug me to sleep." "Anyone can do this, Julian. You're just not used to having me away from you." I turned to leave, but he tugged at the hem of my skirt. Julian choked, "No, Mommy. I'm really sorry now. What happened that day was just a prank—I don't like Ms. Emily at all. I promise this won't happen again! "Daddy is a liar! He said you'll come back when you recover your memories, but you no longer want me even though you remember me!"

"Father, It is me, I'm back...'' ''Father, Please it is me, It is really me, open your eyes, Look at me, please!'' she sobbed, her voice breaking with each word, her eyes overflowing with hot tears, so hot her eyes were burning, but she didn't care, she kept on calling him, tapping on his face, each tap stronger that the one that preceded it, but still gentle enough, she didn’t want to possibly hurt him, even when a part of her knew he was dead, it was just that the truth was so painful her mind couldn't take it, every time she thought about it her mind would push it away, refuse it, reject it… ''Father please, Please, It is me, I swear, it is me, Please don't leave me, Please Father, I don'

His voice broke through the ringing this time, barely. “Catherine,” he barked, shaking me gently. “Talk to me. What happened?” I blinked, forcing the world back into focus. The docks slowly came into view… the steel gates, the distant hum of machinery. Marcus’s face hovered in front of me, concern and something else etched into his expression. I opened my mouth to speak but no sound came out. Your father isn’t dead. “She-” My voice cracked. I swallowed hard, forcing air into my lungs. “She said… my father isn’t dead.”

his father said softly, his gaze warm. Adrian smiled. “I’m the one who should thank you,Dad!” “What? What did you just say?” Adrian was startled; he thought his father hadn’t heard him. He took a deep breath and said, “I mean… you’re welcome, Father. Goodnight.” He replied with a meaningful smile and closed his father’s bedroom door.

FLASHBACK. Where the hell are you going now,Ray!” my father cried out. “Nowhere dad, quit bothering me,” I snapped at him. “Ray, you know that you’re still living under my roof. I don’t give a damn that you’re 18, I want you to quit sassing me off,” my father said. I rolled my eyes, but then, I heard the same tirade I’m used to with this man.

My father explained and I got so maddened by his words. I wasn't surprised, my father had always been the selfish, self-centered and greedy type. "Point of correction, don't you dare address my boyfriend as useless because he is better than you both!" I fired at my dad hotly. "Avery! Mind your words," My mom warned me and I rolled my eyes at her.

“Most precious Melanie, I wish I knew how to start a letter, I almost didn’t, and that is ironic considering I write for a living. Anyway, I am sorry to have done this to you, unfortunately, being in your presence makes me forget all of the terrible things my father did to me, I want to forgive him and move on when I am with you, forget being a priest and be fully and utterly yours, but how can I? He deserves to roll in his grave forever when he sees me using his hard earned wealth, I cannot have him laughing at me forever.

And that name, no one has called me that since…. “Who are you?” “I’m your father, don’t you remember me?” I got up from the chair and backed away from him slowly, shaking my head as I reached back to the wall for support. “No, my father is dead.” “Is that what she told you?” *** FELIX ***

He pauses for a second to scan the area and then I notice as I look below us that we are hovering above the ground. He continues speaking with a slurred European accent, “I am your father my child. Your mother and I once mated, and you were the result. I don’t ever regret it, and neither should you. Your father that you have known all these years, is a man who was her lover and didn’t ever find out the truth.”

I asked in disbelief "I'm your father" he said proudly which I couldn't help but laughed not believing he still has the guts to call himself my father "Father" I said "I don't think you're to be called that because to me you're long dead ever since the day you left me to fend for myself and take care of myself. Did you ever think about how I have been living all these years without someone I could call mine? Or did you think I'm just a gambling home that you can just go and come the way you are?" I asked "then I'm sorry an you have no right to tell me what to do"