Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 18

In the evening, I organized the whole room before he could come so it wouldn't bring a scowl on his face.

Everything aside, I could understand he returned exhausted and judging his behavior, it would infuriate him to find his things out of their way so as an act of kindness, I did it.

Humming to myself, I was using my phone, waiting for him and the second he entered, I put my phone down immediately, rushing to his side.

“Oh, you are back. Welcome home.” I greeted with a smile which brought bewilderment on his face.

“You look awfully excited to see me in one day.” He mumbled, scanning me with stress, placing his bag to the correct position, checking the room as well.

“You cannot imagine the deadly silence of this place. How did you manage living here alone?” I whined, going after him, noticing the sigh which escaped his lips when he saw the neat room.

“I am accustomed to it.” He shrugged calmly, back facing me.

“Maybe that is why you are so sour.” I mumbled, sitting on the couch to get a glimpse of his face.

“What?”

Remaining collected, he was loosening his tie and taking off his waistcoat, hanging it perfectly as I tried to stare at him as he looked into my soul.

But my gazes were not as keen as his. How did he manage to do it?

“Nothing. Anyways, I cannot live here alone, your house is scary.” I muttered, rolling my eyes off.

“I remember you considering it a dreamy place.” He mocked, turning to me with his arms folded at his chest, leaning against the wall.

“Not anymore. I won’t stay at home. Find me a hobby, a job, anything, but I won’t be alone with no activity.” I demanded, getting up as well.

“You were right, we are so different. If I were you, I’d be grateful that I could-”

He was about to hiss under but I smirked, raising an eyebrow challengingly, unintentionally hitting his sensitive spot.

“Shut yourself from the world so you don’t have to pretend to be happy?”

He paused with a gaped mouth at my remarks. Amusement fading instantly. Straightening his back, he walked up to me with a stoic expression, worrying me what I did to make him like this.

“Quite a personal remark you have made, Saafia.”

“Why? When you intend to change the flow of my entire personality then I can’t hit a few sensitive spots?” I smirked, confronting him strongly.

“Since we are talking about a sensitive spot then you hear yours too.”

Frowning, I turned to leave, not in the mood to argue but honestly, without him, his gigantic place felt extremely hollow.

“I don’t want to-”

“What did you lack to provide your ‘beloved’ boyfriend that he abandoned you and went after my wife? A married woman?” He smirked, pulling my shirt from behind to refrain me from leaving and forcing me to collide with his orbs.

“Despite having a beautiful and kind girlfriend. Doesn’t it hurt?”

I stopped and stared at him for the next few seconds before returning a beautiful smile. His words didn’t hurt in the slightest. Instead, they made me chuckle.

“Who can control hearts, Mister Dariel?”

“Your wife left you too, what did ‘you’ lack to provide your wife?” I used his words on him.

He became serious abruptly with a hint of discontent but I continued to smile. He had no idea such words wouldn't affect me.

“See. This is an example that those who are not yours, won’t be yours. Despite having all luxury or all the love. Neither money nor love was able to save our relationships.” I smiled faintly.

His words became heavy on him.

He hissed, taking a step closer but I put my hand in between, “You are wrong. You are only delusional.”

“I take it as ‘I hate to admit it but you are right and I am too egotistical to accept it.’”

“Take it however you want.”

We both scoffed at each other, not wanting to make remarks which could lead to an argument and went to our respective works, ignoring each other.

Our life was filled with arguments, from one topic to another. Since we had other opinions, it never ended up well. It grew infuriating sometimes and before we knew it, it was Sunday.

“Come. Sit.”

He motioned me to sit on the same couch as well. Forming my lips on a thin line, I was not sure but sat in the farthest corner.

“What is it?”

“First, We are hosting a party next month for our marriage so make sure to not do anything stupid or funny.” I scoffed.

He knew when and how to ravage my mood before it could think in the context of fondness.

“Second, I have contacted the hospital. They shall arrange to shift your Father to a better one. Let’s hope he gets better.” He spoke nonchalantly, taking me by surprise.

“You didn’t have to… I never asked you to do that.” I whispered, shifting my body to him, vexation coming to my face.

“Why not? He is your Father.” He shrugged his shoulders.

Lowering my gaze sorrowfully, I replied in a whisper, with an invisible smile.

“Because the one with a heavy heart refuses to come back themselves.”

“What do you mean?”

Shaking my head, I looked down at my laps, “Nothing. Just, don’t bother. He won’t return to us.”

“Isn’t that a bit harsh?”

“I guess…”

Chuckling dryly, I didn’t want to mention him, it would only make me suffer.

Trying not to extend this topic, I got up and left, ignoring the hint of confusion he sent in my direction.

Clenching my hands in a fist, I grit my teeth to not think about it anymore. That fact he did this for my father without me asking for it-

It hurt me…