NOVEL NEXT Chapter 15: Confronting the Past
As my eyes locked with my father's, an overwhelming rush of emotions coursed through myself, like a flood breaking through a dam.
It was a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion that had been steadily accumulating within me since the memories of mg traumatic past had begun to resurface.
I fixed my gaze on your father's eyes, peering deep within them in search of any indication of recognition or remorse hoping to find some sort of explanation.
As we stare at each other, the silence between us is heavy, stifling and deafening, filling the air with an unbearable tension. I desperately wanted some sort of explanation, something that would shed light on the traumatic events of the past.
My eyes remained fixed on my father, my gaze intense and unwavering. I can hardly comprehend what I am seeing - the man who was supposed to love and protect me now staring back at me as someone I hardly recognize. The sense of betrayal and confusion only amplifies my anger and desperation for answers.
Then, as the silence continued to stretch on, a wave of anger washed over me, filling me with a burning sense of injustice. The absence of any acknowledgement or sign of remorse from mh father only served to fuel my frustration, causing my emotions to boil over.
The storm of emotions raging inside me has reached a tipping point, and it takes all of my self-control not to lash out at him, leaving me struggling to control the urge to explode in anger. I want to unleash the pent-up frustration, scream, to shout, or even hit my father, to do something to release the anger and hurt I feel. But my body is seemingly frozen in place, my eyes fixed on his face as I stand in a state of emotional paralysis.
As I stand there, the conflicting emotions threatening to burst out of me, a wave of despair washes over me. The realization that the person who was supposed to be a source of love and support has become a stranger fills me with a profound sadness and hopelessness. I can't help but feel devastated and alone in this moment, unsure of what to do or where to turn for comfort and understanding.
I takes a deep breath, desperately trying to calm yourself and gather your emotions. I know that maintaining composure and control will be crucial if I hope to get the answers I seek. With a determined mindset, I continue to hold my father's gaze and prepare to speak…
But it's hard, so hard, when all I want to do is explode and let out all the rage and pain I have been holding inside for so long, the anger and pain inside me threatening to spill out. I look at my father straight in the eye and, with a voice that is shaking with anger and hurt, I speak….
"Why?" My voice is low and intense, the simple question holding a world of pain and accusation.
The words tumble out of my mouth, my voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and pain.
"Are you my father?" I ask.
The question hanging in the air with a raw honesty, expressing my confusion and desperation.