Emilia

29: Emilia

-Emilia-

My grip around the steering wheel tightened as a sense of anger and gullibility settled within me. My mother had given me her sob story and then when I least expected it, she dropped the biggest secret I hadn't even the slightest clue of my entire life.

Tears rolled off of my cheeks as I sped down the road. I couldn't tell if everything that my mother had said from Rick abusing her up to telling me that Orlando was my father was real or not. I felt so tricked. So betrayed even. A part of me thought that she had just spoon fed me lies to use me for my money so she can fuel her alcoholic needs but there was no way she could have lied. There was no way that she would have known about a man named Orlando Vasquez unless what she had said were true.
He was in fact my biological father.

I turned my blinker on, making a right as I waited for the gates to the mansion to open. I drove up the long pathway, parking the car in front of the water fountain. After killing the engine, I rushed to grab my things as I noticed Vincent's car was outside.

This whole situation was starting to make me wonder if he knew all along that my father was Orlando Vasquez. It made me question if he had been lying to me this whole time.

Getting out of my car, I closed the door behind me as I tossed my bag over my shoulder. I began heading for the doors, wiping my tears away as I stepped up the shortened steps before pushing open the entrance.

My sounds were quiet, as well as my actions. I closed the door silently behind me before heading up the stairs. Making my way towards his bedroom, I had arrived in front of his door in moments as I hesitated to place my hand on the knob. Taking in a deep breath, I focused all of my attention on the fast beating of my heart before pushing open the door.

My eyes were met with the empty bedsheets that were slightly wrinkled as the sound of the sink running littered my ear drums. I closed the door behind me, silently entering the room as I set my bag down on the floor. I kicked my shoes off, sniffling as I began heading for the bed.

"Emilia?" He called out, my body plopping down onto the bed as I let out a heavy sigh, staring up at the ceiling. "In here." I called out weakly, the sound of the sink turning off.

"Hey baby," he said, walking towards me with a smile on his face. His hair was slightly damp and he was wearing nothing but a pair of gray pajama bottoms as if he had just gotten ready for bed. He placed a knee on the bed, leaning over me as he squished my cheeks, puckering my lips to give me a kiss.

I gave him a small smile as he pulled away, his eyes gleaming into mine as he slowly frowned.

"What's the matter?" He asked softly, tucking my hair behind my ear and I felt my eyes well up with tears again. My lip quivered and a worried look pulled across his face as he grabbed me, pulling me closer to his chest.

"Hey, what happened? Did someone hurt you?" He asked, pulling me away from his as his eyes flickered back and forth between mine. I shook my head no, sniffling as I placed my hand on his wrists, taking his hands off of my face.

"I ran into my mother tonight..." I said quietly, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he just stared at me. I sniffled, not knowing how to approach the topic, but I just had to find out.

"How did that go?" He asked, wiping the tears from my eyes and I sniffled, shrugging my shoulders.

"We sort of worked things out between us." I replied, dreading what his next reaction would be as soon as he hears my next words.