Trapped in the Devil's Den

Chapter 5

Connor's POV

Present

Memories that I have been trying to bury flooded my mind just by seeing the image of my father. I broke off the hug because I couldn't stand feeling his presence.

"You are still mad at me Connor?" My father asked with a hint of disappointment in his voice. He looks sad and in pain but I didn't feel any pity for him. I loathe him three years ago and that didn't change.

"I did everything to clean up your mess son." He uttered hopeful that maybe if he said those he can change my mind but no, he can't, no matter how hard he tries I won't see him as my father anymore. He is nothing but a f*****g devil in my eyes. He is nothing but the reason why my child and Elle died.

"Did I ask you to do it?" I asked with no emotion which made him shocked. He still sees me as a kid who will do everything to please him, but I am sorry my dear father your child died three years ago and you killed him.

"After everything I did you will treat me this way. I gave you the Hotel. I didn't force you to marry my business partner's daughter. I gave you freedom." He narrated all the things he have done for me, but those things mean nothing.

"You didn't give me everything, you stole my everything Dad." I can hear the pain in my voice while saying those words. The pain that I felt three years ago didn't change for a bit.

"You still love that woman Connor? It's been three years, are you a f*****g kid who can't move on? You have everything that every woman looks for. You have the money, looks, everything son, you can pull any woman you like. A woman that is much better than that girl named Elle." He tried to convince me but he won't succeed in changing my mind.

"Can you just please leave?" I asked in a stern voice but my father didn't listen. He proceeded on walking near me so I decided to take out my gun and pointed it at him. It was a gun from Damian, he gave me this as protection since in the business world I have so many enemies and it is not my first time pointing it at someone.

"Take another step and I will shoot you in the head." My father's face became pale but I didn't bother to put the gun down. All I can feel while looking at his face is disgust and anger. The moment he treated me like s**t I stopped looking at him as my father. He means nothing to me.

"W-what h-happened to you s-son?" My father asked using his shaking voice. I can see his knees trembling in fear and looking at him, I can see my young self. The weak Connor who cannot protect the people he loves.

"Ask yourself," I answered in a cold voice and I saw tears in his eyes. My father change, from having a strong facade he became weak maybe because he is already old or he was able to reflect on all the mistakes he has done in the past years.

"I did all of that for you son." He cried in front of me. Funny how he always reminded me that I shouldn't cry because crying is for weak people but look at him now he looks weak and miserable.

"I was trying to protect you, to build so when the time comes that you have to handle our family business you will be ready. No one can degrade you and you will remain on top." No matter how many reasons he told me I won't change my mind. For me, he is nothing but a selfish father who is willing to do everything just to keep his money flowing even though his son's life will be ruined.

"Look at what you have built Dad." I turned around while laughing like an evil. I am still holding the gun but it wasn't pointed at him anymore.

"Do I look like you? A devil?" I came close to him and his knees shake even more. I look at him from head to toe and laughed mockingly. I put the gun on my back and grabbed my car keys. I looked at my secretary Drake who is standing quietly in my office and didn't interrupt my heated conversation with my father.

"Reschedule all of my appointments Drake, I have no energy to work." I walked out of the office without looking at my father. He called my name but I didn't bother to look back.

I walked toward the hotel's parking lot and drove my car with no destination until I decided to visit Elle's grave, she is the only one who can calm me.

Before going to the cemetery I stopped at a flower shop and bought Elle's favorite flower tulips. When the florist was done arranging the bouquet she handed it to me. I took out a few dollars in my wallet and continue to drive to the cemetery.

I arrived at the cemetery when the sun was already setting. Orange with a hint of red is the color that dominated the sky. I started walking to Elle and my child's graveyard. When I reach my favorite spot I sat on the grass and wipe Elle and my child's tomb using my hand.

"I am here again Love." I talked to her as if she is here with me.

"Am I being nosy Love? Am I disturbing your rest?" I asked while smiling and I probably looked crazy but luckily I am the only one in this cemetery so I can do everything I want.

"Dad showed up, after three years." Yes after that incident happened he didn't bother to show up and I am glad he didn't because I know I couldn't stop myself from doing evil things. I might kill him even though he is my father. I am blinded by my anger to the extent that I have forgotten what he is to me. A few hours ago I barely manage to control myself, if I didn't leave my office I might have done horrible things to my own father.

"I couldn't stand looking at him, Love. His presence brings me back to what happened three years ago. My mind was flooded with memories from three years as if they just happened yesterday. I hate him Elle, I hate him so much." I looked like a kid who is complaining because some kid took his candy.

I lay down and watched the sky as it slowly gets darker.

"Did you already forgive him, Love?" I asked the sky as if it is Elle I am talking to.

"He is the reason why I couldn't come to you the moment you needed me. He is the reason why I chose to ignore you. It is all his fault Love, but maybe no, it is not his fault it is all on me. If I wasn't weak during those years I could have saved you and our child. Our child will be two years old by now. Our angel must have a beautiful smile just like yours." I felt hot tears fall from my eyes but I didn't wipe them. I want to feel the pain once again because I deserve it. It is my way of punishing myself for the mistakes that I have done three years ago.

I started crying and heaven must have felt my pain because after a while the rain started pouring but I didn't get up. I chose to feel the cold raindrops that hit my face. I smiled and lift my hands up to reach the sky.

"Allow me to be with you Love. I am begging you, take me, please." I pleaded so hard but I was answered with loud thunder. I stayed there and close my eyes, I didn't know for how long, I just decided to open my eyes when I felt like the rain had stopped falling but no I was wrong, the rain didn't stop. Someone is holding an umbrella to protect me from the rain, it is Meghan the spitting image of Elle.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was soft as if it was a lullaby but I didn't bother to answer. She might recognize my voice and she might find out that I am Connor Hayes, the CEO of the hotel where she is working. I don't want to give her the power to hold anything against me. Heaven must be in my favor because our path always crosses when it is already dark.

I stood up and started walking. She called me but I don't want to look back. When I reached my car I stayed there and watch her. It might be dangerous if I leave her here alone.

Meghan's POV

"Are you dating that man Lauren?" John hold my left arm and made me face him. I look at him with no emotion. I didn't answer so she squeezed my arm.

"No." When he heard my answer he finally let go of my arm.

"He seems rich Meghan, why don't you seduce him so for once you will be useful to me?" My mother smiled evilly while uttering his horrible idea. She hold my hair and twisted it around her finger.

"He is my boss Mom," I confessed. It is much better for them to know that I am working so they will stop giving me absurd ideas.

"You are working? Did I allow you?" John reacted as if he is my father. Who is he to meddle in my business? He has no right to question my decision. I want to talk back so bad but I have to stop myself.

"It is okay John as long as Meghan won't neglect her work from the bar and her obligation in this house then it is fine." My mother defended the decision that I have made like she was a good mother but the truth is she's just saying this because she has a hidden agenda.

"She will leave us, Mathilda." Uncle John tries to change my mother's mind but this time he can't.

"Just cook us food and clean the house Meghan, I will talk to your Uncle John first." My mother became kind all of a sudden. She must have believed that I will give in to her idea but I won't. I won't seduce Mr. Hayes, I am not like that.

My mother and Uncle John continued arguing so I decided to clean the house. I started washing the dishes. I sweep the floor and remove all the dust. Before going to my room I decided to cook their food. It took me an hour before finishing everything.

When I entered my room I immediately lay on my bed and slept. I wasn't able to recover my strength because after a while I felt someone's hand crawling on my legs. I opened my eyes and I saw Uncle John sitting at the end of my bed while holding my legs and looking at me intently. I kicked him but it wasn't enough to make him fall.

"Chill Meghan, your mother told me to wake you up. Time to work my dear princess." He slapped my legs before standing up and leaving my room. When he left I felt hot tears fall on my cheeks. I wipe the leg he touches while crying. I am disgusted by him, by myself, I f*****g hate my life.

I want to leave this house so bad but it is the only thing that my father left on me. He is in here. It contains our memories together. Leaving this house means leaving my own father. But I am tired, Dad. I want to leave this house and this life.

When I am calm I wore my blouse and miniskirt. I arrive at the bar at exactly six pm. The bar is still quiet since it is still early. I hold the mop and started sweeping the floor when I am done I walk straight to the kitchen and started washing the dishes. The kitchen sink was full of drinking glasses and plates. I wore my apron so my blouse won't have any stains. I saw my mother enter the kitchen but I didn't greet her and she didn't greet me as well. We treat each other like air and continue minding our own business.

"Finish that quickly Meghan the customers will arrive soon". She told me before leaving so I just nod. When I am done washing the dishes I fixed myself and started collecting some of the customer's orders. My legs became numb from walking back and forth so I sit on the bar stool for a while.

I finish my shift without meeting Uncle John and this is one of the happiest moments in my life. After resting for a few hours I decided to leave the bar. I didn't bother to find my mother to inform her that I am leaving, she won't care anyway, as long as I have done my job, what I will do after won't matter to her.

I want to rest but I am afraid Uncle John is home. I don't want to risk it he might successfully do his long time plan. I will just go to my father's graveyard.

It is raining outside but it won't stop me from visiting my father. I grabbed a taxi and when we arrived at the cemetery I took out a few dollars in my wallet. The taxi driver looked at me confused, he might find me weird going to the cemetery at this hour but I just smiled at him and got out of his taxi.

I am holding my umbrella while walking to my father's graveyard but to my surprise, someone is also there. I couldn't see his face, all I can see is his silhouette. It must be the crying man that I was with the other night. I used my umbrella to block the rain in his direction but I think what I am doing will be no use since he is already wet.

"Are you okay?" I asked but he didn't bother to speak instead he stood up and leave me at the cemetery. I watched his silhouette but after a few seconds, he vanished into the darkness.

I proceeded on walking to my father's graveyard and stand there without saying anything. All I did was listen to the rain as it falls on the ground and I was somehow became calm.

"Did you send that man Dad, to tell me that I am not alone?" I laughed when that silly thought crossed my mind. I look crazy for accusing an innocent man of someone who is given by my father, but that thought brought me comfort so I will continue to think that way.