Finding 'x'

•Confrontations•

The force with which he banged the table the second I was done talking startled the hell out of me. I found myself jumping off the chair to my feet.

What he said next though, it was just the exact thing I needed to snap in two;

"I am no coward! I'll have you know th—"

"Oh, that's rich coming from you Mister courageous. Where did this attitude go when you put us in mother and bolted before she could say Jack? Where were you when at the age of ten, your arch nemesis began shagging my brains out against my will to settle some fucked up score between you guys? Where the hell was your bloody 'I want to make it right' when I needed it the most?! Where. The. Fuck. Was. Your. Bravery?"

When I was done yelling, it felt like a heavy load was lifted off my chest. I felt strangely calm.

It wasn't until then that I realized how much I've wanted someone else to blame for what happened to me, someone to validate that it really wasn't me that was the cause of whatever trauma I went through, someone that would finally confirm that I really didn't want Liam's touch as the bastard convinced me to believe, that I really loathed everything that happened on those nights when I childishly prayed for a miracle or a guardian angel to pop out of nowhere and save me from the agony.

I realised that I just needed someone else to blame for it all and rightly so. That person was the man currently pacing through the length and breath of the small space, occasionally running his shaky palms through his brown dreadlocks with an emotion I could decipher as rage and guilt in those honey brown orbs that were strikingly identical to mine.

"I'll kill Liam! I swear it Dada, I'll kill him!" He ranted in fury but I wasn't moved.

"It's a little too late for that now don't you think?" I scoffed, "I just need you to take your beggarly self away from this premises and never show your bloody face to me ever again." 

With that, I was extinguishing the blunt that I'd barely smoked and walking out of the place. However, his hand clasping around my wrist in an iron grip hindered me from doing the latter.

"I'll appreciate it if you let go of me. Father." It must have been the way I'd said those words with cold venom that made him release me immediately. I started walking away.

"I swear it Dada, I never knew I had a child until a few months ago. Tilda never told me." I paused and slightly turned when I sensed the tinge of sincerity and desperation that laced his voice. He took it as a cue to continue talking.

"It was just in the middle of June. I started getting this mysterious visitor that wouldn't talk to me no matter how much I tried to get him to. He would just stare at me for a few minutes, drop a few cash and leave. I didn't see much of his features either, he was always dressed in all black; with a facemask, sunshades and baseball hat to match. He used to wear—"

"Get to the point dad!" I cut him off with a bark. I really didn't have time for detailed descriptions of hooded figures.

"I am going to now," he muttered, "after a few visits, he dropped a brown envelope. I'd initially thought it was money but when I opened it, it was an image of you and your basic information. That was when I realised that Tilda had kept a child from me,"

"Two." I interrupted again, his puzzled glance told me he knew nothing of what I was saying.

"Two what?"

"Two children. We're twins." I replied coldly, which earned me an astonished gasp from him.

"What?!"

"Yes," I snorted noisily, not wanting to dwell on the matter anymore, "now can we move along to the rest of the story?"

"Uhm… sure. I recognised you immediately; your hair, your eyes, your face, your height… you look just like me. Anyone with a working eyesight will be able to do the math, but to be sure, the man, whoever he was did a DNA test on my request. I was ecstatic with the result. It became the sole reason for me to keep me going throughout the rest of my term."

"There is something I'm not quite getting here. By term, do you mean jail term?" A quick, embarrassed nod confirmed my hunch to be correct.

I slowly walked over to a chair to sit and digest the information he was pouring out at the moment, the paramount being that my father was an ex convict.

"What did you do?" The words had left my mouth before my brain could catch up and the heavy sigh and slumped figure of the man as he collapsed into his chair, informed me that I shouldn't gave bothered asking.

Apparently, it wasn't a story he enjoyed sharing.

I was surprised though when after another heavy sigh, he moved his lips and began to the tale of his travails...

A new chapter for the new milestone💃💃

My apologies that it was delayed a bit though😓

Yeah, Ella and co. are now in the 1k gang whoooohooo!💃 My sincere thanks to you all that made it so, I really really love y'all to heaven and back😌😌

ruboftommy guessed correctly, Ella's dad is back. What do y'all think he wants though? And do you think he's being sincere?😏

I guess we'll find out in the next chapter, which I'm halfway through BTW.

ruboftommy this chapter is for you ❤❤

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Till we meet again,
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✌illusionistic.