Obsession

9. Parent(s)?

"Ellie? What are you doing here?" mom looked absolutely mortified at the sight of me barging into my own home.

"I live here," I deadpanned. Showing her Logan's keys to his truck. I made a mental note to apologize for stealing his car.

"I need you to go back to Xander," she whispered as her eyes nervously darted off to our kitchen. She was hiding something from me. And I was sick of getting lied to. I pivot my foot to turn back to the front door earning a sigh of relief from mom. Just kidding. I whirled around, ran past her, and skidded to a stop once I reached the kitchen.

There was a man leaning on the counter drinking coffee from my potato mug. MY POTATO MUG. Whoever this fucker was, he better be important because that shit is mine, and I barely even used it because of how much I cherished it.

Mom and I went to Idaho once, I found the ceramic potato mug at the gift shop. I used up all my allowance to purchase it myself. I was proud at the said accomplishment.

"You let him use my potato mug!" I whined at my mom who was walking over as pale as a sheet of printing paper. My anger cooled off once I noticed a great deal of discomfort between the man who studied me closely with his ocean blue eyes and mom who nervously smiled.

"Nice to finally meet my daughter," the man chuckles and sat the mug down. His words sucked all the air out of me. I stare at him in horror. My dad? It can't be.

Now that I let his words sink in, I noticed that he had the same ocean blue eyes I had. But he had blonde hair slicked back in a professional manner, matching his suit.

My dad, the one mom had a one night stand with. I can't even begin to process what exactly was happening in front of me.

The man who was supposed to shower me with love, care, and affection as I grow up.

The man who was supposed to be there to threaten all the boys who broke my heart.

The man who was supposed to make mom and I happy.

He was in front of me. After all these years. The one who left my mom with a broken heart and the huge responsibility of raising me.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I screamed and was about to pounce him with my bone crushing punches I've trained myself to achieve for this fateful day. Mom grabs hold of me and restricts my movements whispering soothing words- which didn't work. All I could feel was anger. A whole lot of it.

"You're so beautiful," he mused ignoring the fact that I was shaking with anger.

"I fucking hate you," I spat all the while struggling out of my mom's hold. For a skinny woman, she's tough to break free from.

"I know. But it's not my fault," he tried to reason. I shook my head and looked up at the ceiling in disbelief. He had the audacity to tell me this.

"Who's fault is it then? Mom's?" I scoffed.

"Yes. It's partially my fault," mom confessed. I froze in place, and craned my neck to face her. She was on the verge of tears. I turned my whole body once she let go.

"Mom," I cup her tear stained cheeks tilting her head up to look at me. She won't. She set her eyes everywhere- except on me.

"Did you know that she was the one who hid you from me? All these years, she lied to you." I glared at the man and snapped my attention back to my sobbing mother.

"Is it true?" It barely came out as a whisper.

"Y- yes. But I had to Ellie. I had to," mom engulfs me in a desperate hug.