Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 76

I lost my capability to react at this point. My chest was tingingling constantly yet I couldn’t bring myself to look at him anymore. A flame of anguish was burning inside me.

The more I saw Dariel, the more it pricked me.

‘Why did have to be him? And me, I fell in love with a man who hit my father and was never punished for his actions.’ I thought miserably.

After spending the night in the other room, I refused to come out until Dariel came and knocked on the door.

“Saafia, please, listen to me…”

Closing my eyes, a sting traveled to my core. Having no words to explain my disheartened sensation. Abruptly, everything I began to imagine began to blaze.

“Don’t ignore me like this. I can’t bear it. Please, I am sorry, I know I should have told you before but I…” He pleaded with me.

My chest clenched with an unbearable heaviness. Narrowing my eyes in rage, I opened the door furiously, glaring at his remorseful eyes which could no longer help me.

“Do you realize you are the man who put my father in that state, because of you I had to carry all this regret. At this point, I don’t see my husband.”

Hissing, I pointed my finger at his heart.

“I am seeing my father’s killer.”

At this heartbreaking statement, he looked down more, closing his eyes in defeat but didn’t move an inch.

“Please, don’t say this. I was blind, I.. I was not in my senses.” He whimpered.

Tears blurring his eyes, bringing his hands to touch me but he had lost that privilege. He couldn’t fathom how much his silence shattered me.

“Where were these words before, Dariel? When I was sobbing in your arms, telling about my anguish. Still you kept those lips sealed.” Growling, I pushed him away.

His breaths hitched at my display of rage. Hitting his chest, I pushed him against the wall, tears recollecting in my eyes from being weak before this pain.

“I would never forgive you for not telling me anything before!”

At my yelling, he released a powerless tear. Resting his head against the wall as the guilt sank, heavier than before.

But, could it bring back my Father?

“Saafia, please…” He whispered desperately.

His hands were trembling. He wanted to kiss my hands and ask for forgiveness but he knew if he extended those hands, I would pull them back.

“Everything was so beautiful, all of it was immeasurably special for me and now…” I whispered painfully.

Taking a step back, I shook my head in disappointment, “I feel like you are no longer the man I fell in love with.”

His eyes widened in disbelief, sniffling he wiped his tears and came after me, “Your words will kill me. Don’t do this to me.”

Not needing his useless justification, I walked down the corridor. Growing agonized at my negligence, he followed my trails.

Wiping my eyes to remove tears, he held my arm. My heart thumped, not in a satisfactory way. Liberating the tear on the edge, I felt highly disappointed.

“I am sorry, I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. If- if I had surrendered, my uncle would have tormented my Mother and Jacey.”

Failing to bear my silence, he stood behind me, holding my arms with both hands while leaning down to my neck. I sensed the tear from his eyes falling on my shoulder. My chest clenched but I was between disturbing and devastating feelings.

How could I look at the man who put my father in a coma from a lover’s perception?

‘Why did it have to be him of all people?’

The following day, I didn’t bother to come near him at all. I kept my lips sealed while his eyes were begging me to say something all this time.

Not paying heed to his miserable form, I had dinner with him in complete silence. Each bite was becoming too hard for him to swallow.

“Isn’t there any way I can get your forgiveness?” He spoke up to cut the air of tension.

“I was Papa’s favorite child. He was the main reason I became rude and a spoiled brat. He loved me too much and without thinking twice, I told him ‘I hate you’...” I chuckled, covering my mouth with my hand as the sight of day kept repeating in my mind.

He opened his mouth to make me listen but I put my hand in the air.

“Yes, I agree accidents happen but we were the only ones who were devastated. The one who hit him is living his life deliciously.”

Ending in a hiss, I glared at him. My remark made me frown, slamming his fork down, he glared at me too as my words pierced him.

“Deliciously? Before you I was in a broken marriage, nothing in my life was good too. Yes, I am in regret too but I am sorry I can’t do anything about it. I am already holding onto too many faults.” He growled, losing his breaths.

His lips began to shake, sharing his portion of anguish but-

“Do you think your words can bring my father back or the justice ripped from us!?”

Slamming my hands on the table, I unwillingly ended up crying. He was taken aback when I raised my voice outrageously, bursting into tears.

“No! They can’t!”

Yelling at him from growing grief, I covered my mouth with my hand so I wouldn't shatter into a cry and ran to the room, unable to bear his presence anymore.