FOOLISH SENTIMENT

FOOLISH SENTIMENT

​He broke the silence when he walked up behind me and touched my shoulders. He apologized for coming in and for what happened. He told me that my dad had told him to stay the night and as such, wanted to use the opportunity to talk to me about something and as well as apologize for his wife's behavior.

​I don't know why, but when I heard him use the word "wife" to refer to Diana, although it was a fact, it deeply hurt me like a knife to the chest. I turned to face him and asked him to excuse me. I grabbed my dress on the bed and went into the bathroom and changed. I came out and found him sitting, waiting on the bed. As I looked at him, I couldn't help but admire him. It brought back a lot of memories and I wondered if those memories came up for him too.

​We sat close to each other and he began telling me what he had in mind. He told me that he wanted to tell my father about what had happened between us that night at the party. At that moment, I went inside my mind and killed him, but in reality, I just screamed a very sound: "you dare not!"

​I told him I did not care about what his conscience was telling him, but the matter was between the three of us and I reminded him what happened the last time when he told his wife and made it clear it was a mistake that occurred that night and he didn't have to worry about it again. I could see the anger in his eyes, but as calm and composed as always, he decided to leave the room.

​A month later and things were as busy as ever. I didn't even have time to go back to the precinct because I had my hands filled with business, my dad being back to power and having to see the man I loved every day and sometimes with his wife. But I had hardened my mind with the resolve that there can never be anything between us again.

​My father called me to his office and when I got in, I saw Chris also there. I went ahead and sat down. My dad handed us two documents and after reading them, we both faced each other with eyes wide open. Now I'm beginning not to trust my dad anymore. First of all, he had been doing things lately that made it seem like he was trying to get the two of us back together, which wouldn't be shocking to me 'cause my dad can do such, and now he actually booked us a business trip to Paris, the home of love.

​After a week, we were off to Paris. He got us to sit side-by-side and booked the same hotel, luckily with different rooms. All the while, my mind wasn't at rest 'cause I kept on thinking why would my dad want us to be together? Come to think of it, why did he even allow me back into his life? Something fishy is going on.

​After landing, we made our way into the hotel. It was a very nice one, the scenery was amazing. He got our luggage sent to our rooms. Then, we went to ask for the key only to be told that it was just one room booked for both of us. My dad truly is a cunning man. He even registered us as husband and wife! This was more like a honeymoon, less like a business trip. I was angry and curious at the same time. I had questions that needed answers and I was going to get them today.

​As we walked, I turned to him and ask if he had told my dad about what happened between us. He looked at me and asked, "Do I look like a liar to you?" You told me not to, so I didn't tell him anything. Your dad has his ways of finding out information and just as you have probably figured out with what has been going on, it's evident that he knows about it.

​After a brief moment of silence, I then asked him what he thought we should do and he replied that he wasn't going to do anything and that just as I said, he will leave me to handle it. At this point, I was pissed to the highest point. As he was about to turn and walk away, I grabbed the flower pot next to me and hit him on his head as hard as I could.