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Epilogue

"That's because she doesn't trust you. You never had a good relationship with her," my father spat.

"At least I wasn't willing to risk my daughter for the benefit of others. What if they r.aped her?!" her voice cracked, I flinched.

"They didn't," my father's voice was a low growl.

"How would you know?! Has she spoken to you?" my mum bit back, that has my father shut up for a little.

Needless to say that my claim to always have right steems from her.

"I just know," he countered. He knew because I wanted to stay back with him by my own wish..

"It's all your fault that she's depressed. You don't let her see her friends, keeping her caged,"

I actually enjoyed not having company for a while. I saw Tim and Marina, whom I wasn't too keen on seeing because she knew something was shady when she sent me to that club even if she swore she didn't know once she saw my defensive stance, we awkwardly met for a few minutes with the strict order of my dad to only see me for five minutes since I needed rest. We three hadn't spoken much, it was mainly my fault I just answered in small sentences. I actually hugged Timothy when he left, he made sure to let me know he was always there to speak with me.

"It's too early for her to go around. Since when do you know what's good for her?!" My dad shouted exasperated.

"You don't tell me how to raise my child!!"

"Oh, right! Now it's your child, but when she needed you the most, you left to seek the world," my father was quick to retort.

A low blow, I tell you.

"If I had known you'd be so stupid to let her get kidnapped then I would have stayed. She never resents me, but you always do!"

She's right, my father didn't like it that she was living so far away from me. Although I think he just still holds on the idea they would be together in the end. It's sad, really. They complicate it for themselves.

"So you say; I wanted a criminal asshole to abduct my child?! Is that what you're fucking implying?!" my father's voice has lowered so much.

At this I walk to them, I see my father towering before my mum and she seemed to retort something back but when she noticed me she stopped, her face softening.

"No." my mum sighed, taking a step back. Her brown hair that had highlights was long, she's wearing a violet blouse and grey trousers. She looks like a typical mum.

"It sure as hell seems like it!"

"Robin." my mum muttered while she's tilting her head and looking at me.

Once their eyes settle on me, I take a deep breath, "It would have been better for me to live alone, return to my normal every day life but since you two were so concerned I let you live with me. And this is what you do? You argue?" I accuse exhausted, rubbing on my temple with the tip of my fingers, they literally haven't heard my voice from the second we were here. "I've been through this with you once, and I know I'm an adult now and am expected to handle this, but I will say this once and for all. I won't put up with it. It's been enough already. For me you're both very important. But I'll pack my things and leave the second I hear you argue for me again, got it?" I said sternly, sounding very tired.

There is two types of tired,
I suppose one is a dire need of sleep the other is a dire need of peace. And right now I needed both.

"Olivia," my mum said sadly, "We're just concerned for you-"

"I'll be alright, don't worry. This is how I cope with it. I isolate myself." I shrug absently.

"Love, you have to see a psychologist-"