Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 52

Furrowing my eyebrows, I returned a glare, calling him in a warning tone, “You do realize what you are saying, right, Ian?”

And to my growl, he closed the file, returning a hollow smile.

“I know. I have been with you for the past ten years. I know you. You cannot erase your past.”

Upon hearing it, I looked down. Of course, he was in my darkest time, he knew how I used to be and what I had become…

He knew it…

“If one won’t complain to people close to them then to whom they will?” He smiled sweetly, trying to induce thoughts which never crossed my mind before.

“It had only been three months-” I was about to reason foolishly and he laughed, cutting me off.

“Three months? Or…?”

“Enough.” I hissed, pointing my finger at him to not complete this sentence.

We both knew I could never forget those words of hers. They stuck with me for I didn’t remember how long-

‘Those who ruined my home, may your home be ruined in the same way!’

Would you believe she said it…?

“Talk to her, you will feel better. In the meantime, I will teach Sam a lesson for daring to hurt my Boss’ wife.” He chuckled, turning his attention back to the file.

“Whatever. Go back to your cabin. I am leaving for home too.” I sighed, pulling down my sleeves and setting my tie and I wore my coat.

“I thought you were going to stay up late.” He questioned, getting up instantly and handing me my office bag.

“Your Madam is worried.” I muttered, earning a chuckle from him. I shouldn't have told him in the first place. Heck. I had no idea why I was going there. She only said she was afraid and here I am... leaving.

Dammit.

I glared at him and scoffed before leaving for him with a frown plastered on my face.

‘Heart is angry with those it loves but can never hurt them.’

“Damn you, Ian, inducing stupid thoughts in my mind. There is nothing like this and will never be…”

Growling, I finished another shot of my drink. Staying in my studies at home, I was avoiding Saafia for the time being, drinking constantly.

I had no idea what I was doing anymore.

“What the hell was he thinking before saying all the bullshit?”

I was still in my black office shirt, three buttons opened, hair messy as I rolled my sleeves to my elbow, holding the glass so tightly that a crack appeared.

“That idiot. Since when has Earth and Sky been seen as one?”

After talking with Ian, what never crossed my mind before began to enter and it made my heart thump. My breaths were rough, my mind hazy.

It was intoxicating to me.

All because of his damn words!

“Dammit!”

Cursing loudly, I broke the glass and drank straight from the bottle to the point I was drunk.

My mind was barely functioning, my body was heated, not in my proper condition as I entered our room angrily, slamming the door open.

“Dariel…?” Calling me softly, she got up immediately.

Breathless, angry, hazed, I was impotent to realize my actions. Sharing the feelings she managed to enter in me.

“You wanted me to feel how you felt right when I disappointed you, right?”

I continued mindlessly, refusing to release her from the cage of my hands. Keeping her close to me.

“You wanted my heart to shatter too, right? There you go, it happened!”

Yelling, my voice unintentionally broke while shouting. Shaking from an untold pain, I held the side of her neck possessively with my other hand.

“Dariel, I didn’t mean it, please stop staying at one point. I made a mistake, I apologized.” She whispered, trying to push me away but I grabbed her wrist and pressed it firmly over my heart.

“And what about the scar you gave to my heart?! You could have talked to me! Complained to me!”

“Was this your revenge?! Are you happy after making us equal!?”

Shouting, panting heavily, I pulled away roughly from her. She was astonished at my display of hopelessness.

And I had no idea why I was behaving like this.

“I was here, I always listened to you, to all your talks, why did you tell someone else too..?”

Shaking in dread at my unforeseen rage, she held the ledge of the window, not daring to come near me. She was scared of me…

“Dariel, stop it. You are not in your senses.” She whispered gently, not on the verge of crying yet not taking a single step towards me.

“You talked so big about being sincere where it is now? Don’t I mean anything to you now? Do I matter?”

I continued sadly, wanting to question her but stopped myself.

“Where are you leading this talk? Please, you are drunk. You are scaring me, Dariel.”