Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 100

Releasing a tear, I gave him a last pleading look and receiving no response in return, I looked down.

With a doleful heart, I got out of the car and left with a rejected explanation.

With anguish taking over me, I came to see Sarah who was sleeping. She was astonished to find me. Sniffling, I entered and took a seat.

“Sarah…” I called her in a broken tone.

“Saafia? What happened?” She panicked.

Holding my shoulder and giving me some water to regain my composure but the scar on my heart didn’t allow me to ease up.

“Dariel, Dariel, he forced me to come.. Because.. Because..”

Breaking into a sob, I told her everything painfully, regretting the second I took that wine glass, regretting when I let Sarah leave. Regretting each second of that night.

“I didn’t do anything. How could I make him believe that?” I cried.

Hiding my face in my hands shamefully, resenting each second of that horrible sight where I was with Helder on the bed.

“He will understand. You relax for now.” She whispered, hugging me closer as I refused to bulge, I needed these words from Dariel.

“You were there. I was fine, I didn’t do anything wrong. Helder must have done something. He must have taken advantage of me.” I cried, gripping onto her.

“Exactly, you don’t cry. I know my sister, she could never do this. It’s going to be alright,” She whispered.

Kissing the top of my head as I laid in her laps, curling like a ball while emitting muffled sobs.

Praying Dariel would understand that I could never do this to him…

But, my prayers were left unanswered, my hopes were gradually being shattered when a few days passed and no reaction came from Dariel.

He just left me there and didn’t return. I left over a hundred messages for him but he didn’t reply to any, I called him over and over again but again, received no response.

And his negligence began to agonize me beyond repair.

“He is not even picking up my call.” I growled.

Pacing around the apartment, gasping for air as my head started throbbing from the depressive feelings, weeping and panic.

“Saafia, control yourself.”

Sarah came after me, holding my shoulders but I pushed myself away.

“How can I control myself!?” I yelled, letting out a few tears.

“My marriage reached a brink of destruction in a mere night!”

Becoming weak in a few days, I got bangs under my eyes, turning crazy when he ignored me. I ‘needed’ Dariel, I couldn’t think straight without him.

“He must be doing this deliberately. He is punishing me for doing the same to him, this must be it. He wants me to feel the same.” I whispered desperately, wiping my tears, losing my senses.

My cognition was ripped from me, replaced with a crushing sensation that didn’t allow me to perceive with a straight mind.

Without him beside me, I fell into a daze again.

Why did I become his’ this blindly?

“Saafia, please, relax, you are not in your senses. You are only creating ridiculous perceptions.” Sarah tried to convince me but to no avail.

“Of course, I am not. He is not talking to me, I am going crazy here and he is ignoring me!” I shouted, clutching my chest when my head ached badly.

Losing my breath from the weakness, I held the counter to stand properly and not fall down. I refused to eat, sleep, or do anything.

“I want to see him, I don’t care. I want to see my Dariel.” I demanded, shaking my head, pushing my hair behind mindlessly.

“Then I am going to see him.” I enunciated, not giving her a moment to stop me.

Pushing my hair behind, my mind was barely functioning as I went to the elevator to see him. I knew he wouldn’t let me see him but I was done with his silence.

“But-” She tried calling me but I put my hand dominantly in the air.

“I don’t want to hear anything.”

Entering his floor, I saw Ian holding his side while pacing around with a perturbed expression.

Staggered to find me here, I kept scowling and was about to see Dariel but he came before me.

“Ma’am-”

He tried to stop me but a tear pricked in my eyes mixing with my enraged aura.

“Don’t stop me, Ian. I demand to see, Dariel.” I ordered, not caring if he was stopping me and stormed inside his enormous cabin, seeing it for the first time.

“No-”

He tried to stop me but the second I entered the massive cabin, decorated opulently with my man in a white shirt with roughly rolled sleeves and black pants, messy hair, in a heavily disturbed state.

Growling, he was blowing on his… bloody knuckles?

His shirt was stained with blood too. My eyes widened at the scattered composure, indicating he had beaten someone badly.

“Argh, fuck-”

With horror creeping on my face, I moved back, gaining his attention, whimpering his name worriedly.

“D-Dariel…?”