DARREN
I started to hate myself. My actions seemingly started to backfire on me. Her blue eyes, wet with unshed tears and the trauma, the shock and terror that I planted in those beautiful eyes!
"Why was I doing all this? Just because I had seen her birth certificate? Will that piece of paper validate my relationship with her? "
Yes and No.
I had the right to torture her on the pretense that she had taken everything from me. Why wasn't I doing the right thing? I was right in deciding to enslave her. Her appearance, her whole being spoke a lot to my father's emotional connection with Culture. Well...that in a sense....was stronger than what he had with me. Always!
The bonding, the understanding!
Maybe he cared for her so much that he never felt the necessity to appreciate me. I
