Please Daddy

Chapter 5.

My rage had nearly blinded me.

Completely losing my cool, I stood up and started throwing some dishes at my father. No, wait.Jane, Marigold, and Nath, he's not my dad.

They had stains on their clothes, and I laughed as I saw him aiming daggers at me.

"You tiny one..." When Nath attempted to strike me once more, Uncle Everhart intervened.

Say "Enough!"

"What kind of awful daughter are you? How dare a daughter disparage her own father? Marigold cried out.

I was drawn to Celeste and my mother's side.

You initiated this.Could you not just get by this evening without causing difficulty for yourself?" Marigold, my mother, inquired.

"I'm amazed to have a daughter who is so much like you."Paddy spit.

I gave an eye roll.

It amazes me that I have a father who is similar to him.

I was rather pleased with how filthy Nath and his family currently looked.

However, my heart fell as I realised Derek was still seated and watching the entire scene unfold.

I wish he hadn't come and hadn't had to witness how my family war was handled. I whispered to my mum since I was beginning to feel ashamed.

"I have to go," I said.After that, I hurried out of the hallway.

Immediately, the brisk outside breeze attacked me, so I crossed my arms.

I started to move, attempting to get into any passing taxi, but I was really unlucky to find one.

Tears were stinging my eyes and burning my cheek. I blinked quickly in an attempt to keep them from falling.

Not that I regret anything I did tonight.

I'm not going to let my father's family to intimidate me.

I'm relieved that I arranged them properly, but I couldn't shake my sadness at the same time.

My family could be different, I wish.

My life would be different, I wish. The tears stopped falling.

When my feet began to hurt, too, I smelled. an

When will I ever get my wish in life?

Suddenly, a car came up next to me.

Glancing sideways, I saw Derek Movic rolling in the glass window pane.

I cried out at Biina.

Come on in. He gave an order.

Get in.

I'm not under his authority, and we're not in his company.

Besides, given what happened tonight, I'm not sure how to confront him.

"This is a difficult place to find a taxi." He continued.

I hesitated for a moment, torn between my pride and the need for a ride. Taking a deep breath, I swallowed my reservations and got into the car. The leather seats were cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat of the night.

"Thanks," I mumbled, avoiding eye contact with Derek Movic His presence was both comforting and unnerving. We drove in silence for a while, the tension in the air almost palpable.

As we navigated through the dimly lit streets, I stole a glance at Derek Movic He seemed lost in his own thoughts, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind.

Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, I mustered up the courage to speak. "You didn't have to do this, you know," I said, my voice softer than I intended.

He glanced at me briefly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I know," he replied, his voice equally subdued. "But I couldn't just leave you here."

There was an unexpected warmth in his words, a glimmer of understanding that caught me off guard. For a moment, I allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was more to Derek Movic than met the eye.

I shrugged him off and carried on walking.

He then began to drive gently in my direction.

Honestly?

What issue does he have?

"I believe you are out of touch with current events.If you are, you should be aware that this street has recently seen a number of r**e and murder cases. What's even worse is that the murderer is preventing an arrest from being made.Fear took hold of my spirit.

"Enjoy your stroll home." He then departed in his car.

No, no, no.

I ought to have swallowed my ego!

It was time for me to get in his car.

I glanced around, too scared to move a step forward.

Even though I've had a difficult life, I still don't want to pass away.

Life is lovely no matter how you look at it.

Lord, please.

His automobile was stopped in front of me when I spotted him driving. My mother and sister were sat on the couch when I entered the house.

As it happens, they were anticipating my arrival.

"Seraphina, how are you doing? You weren't even returning my calls, which alarmed me.Mom started off.

With a groan, I took a seat slowly.

I was worn out.

a small ice pack wrapped in a kitchen towel. I gingerly pressed it against my cheek, grateful for the relief it offered.

"Thanks, Ash," I whispered, touched by her concern. She shot me a fierce look, a mixture of anger and worry in her eyes.

"We can't let him get away with this, Seraphina," she declared, her voice determined. "You deserve better than this."

I nodded, the weight of her words settling in my chest. Adaora was right, and I needed to gather the strength to stand up for myself.

Over the next few days, Adaora and I hatched a plan. We would confront our father together, demanding answers and holding him accountable for his actions. It wouldn't be easy, but I knew I couldn't continue to live in fear.

The day of reckoning arrived, and as I stood outside my father's study with Adaora by my side, I felt a mixture of nerves and resolve. We pushed open the door, finding him seated behind his desk, an air of arrogance about him.

"Dad," Adaora began, her voice steady, "we need to talk."

He looked up, surprised by our presence. I could see the flicker of discomfort in his eyes, a hint of guilt that gave me a small measure of satisfaction.

"We know what you did, Dad," I added, my voice stronger than I expected. "And it's not going to be swept under the rug this time."