Chapter 61

Euniel
I left Muse's office more upset and in bad shape than when I had been there. I believed I could handle it. Although I knew things were going to be complicated giving up my love for Muse, I never thought they were going to be so difficult to live with. I feel as if I was dying in the face of this situation. My body only needs to brush against Muse's for it to ignite and I can no longer control it.
I arrive home in the evening very dejected. I lie on my bed, unable to do anything. My phone starts ringing. I don't pick it up. It rings insistently and I end up picking up the call, annoyed by the noise.
"Hello !" I say putting the phone to my ear.
"My son, it's me."
He's my father, what am I saying? It's Charles. What does he want from me? Why is he calling me? I become more and more attentive to this call, then I ask him in a not too welcoming voice
"What do you want Charles? I think I told you that I wanted nothing more to do with you?!"
"I know my son, but I need to talk to you."
"No Charles. I gave you many opportunities to talk to me, but you didn't want to. What can you tell me now?"
"I know my son, you are perfectly right to put yourself in this state. But know that I regret everything. I have not been a father to you and I understand that you do not want to see me. Only, I would like to redeem in your eyes. Even though I am not your parent, know that I love you as my own son and I want you to forgive me for all the wrong I have done to you." He said to me in a pleading voice. .
"Why did you call me? Is it to tell me that?" I replied without an ounce of compassion.
I wouldn't be surprised if my father had a plan in mind by contacting me. With him, you have to expect anything, because he is capable of anything. Who knows if it's because of the money that he's calling me to fool me that he's changed. He has never been since I was a child, I don't think he is now.
"I called you to ask you to come to my house this weekend. What I have to tell you is very important." Replies my father in a very serious tone.
"What do you mean by that? What do you want to talk to me about?" I questioned him in disbelief.
"I want to talk to you about your mother. Give you information on her whereabouts."
Hearing my father tell me that redoubles my curiosity and I become more attentive to what he is telling me.
"You mean you're going to tell me where my mother really is? Without turning me on?" I hastened to ask him, my voice full of excitement.
"Yes, and I'm ready to tell you anything, anything you want. For that, you have to be here this weekend." He reassured me.
I don't know if I should believe what he tells me. Why this sudden change? Isn't it a trap? My father disappointed me so much that I really don't want to trust him.
"Listen to me son, I know you have to be careful because of the father I have always been. However, I have thought a lot about my life and I bitterly regret everything that I have been on. I am not proud of my choices and my decisions. But know that in the midst of all the mess that has always been my life, you are what I loved the most. I could have gotten rid of you in a orphanage, but I preferred to keep you because I loved you from birth, like my own son."
My father said things to me that really moved me. In the end, maybe he's not such a bad person. He just had bad encounters that negatively changed his life. I hope he's really sincere this time.
"I don't know what to make of what you told me. Anyway, I'll let you know after some thought." I conclude by hanging up the call.
The next day, which is Friday, I went to my father's after work. I had to tell him and Muse about the call I had with my father. We went to my father's office to talk discreetly.
"He wants me to go to his house this weekend." I tell them after telling them about my conversation with Charles.
"And you, what do you think of that?" My father asked me.
"I don't know what to make of this. To be honest, there's a voice deep inside me that convinces me he's sincere. However, at the same time I'm afraid he'll act like the other times. J I'm afraid to trust him again and hope in him, then end up being disappointed. He disappointed me so much that I'm afraid to be disappointed again." I explained to them with a sincere look.
"I understand your apprehensions, but only, you lose nothing by going to see him. At most, it's you who has everything to gain, because he could tell you important information about your mother. I would advise you to go." Muse intervened.
"Muse is right my boy. You better go hear what he has to say to you. you have been knocking since without success." Our more persuasive bid.
"I think you're right. Even though I promised myself that I would never set foot in his house again, my mother deserves me to make this sacrifice for him." I conclude the conversation more reassured.
The same evening, I booked a flight online and very early in the morning, I called my father to tell him that I would be coming during the day.
"You must come in the morning my son. We must not be seen together."
"Why so? Who doesn't want to see us together?"
"I'll explain everything to you when you're here. But you have to come this very morning. I have a bad feeling. The people behind this case are very dangerous and if they know that I intend talk to you, they will do anything to kill me and you. That's why we have to be more careful." My father told me with a cautious voice.
"Calm down dad, they won't know about any of this. I've been as discreet as possible, and besides, no one but you apart from Muse and my dad knows we had this conversation." I tried to calm my father down.
"And you trust them enough to tell them that? You must know that the people behind your mother's kidnapping are very dangerous and they have spies everywhere, they see and know everything. I wish no one but you and I know for our meeting today." My father worried.
"Don't worry Dad. These are people I blindly trust. Think of them as me." I reassured my father.
"Okay, if you say so. But you have to come this morning, I insist on that." My father insisted nervously.
"Okay. In that case, I'll take a bath, get ready and then come." I end up telling him.
Before I hang up, my father tells me
"My son, know that I love you no matter what."
I don't know why he gets so sentimental. This is the first time I've heard my father tell me he loves me. It was like saying goodbye. I hope that is not the case. As my father seemed worried, I decide to get up and then I quickly take my bath. I get ready in a hurry, without even having my breakfast, I was in such a hurry. I jump in my car and drive at high speed. All of a sudden, I feel worries deep inside me. I can't explain this feeling I have, but it means nothing to me. I know that as a scientist, I can't trust my premonitions or my presentiments, but I know that they can still mean something.
At less than half an hour, I was already entering the airport to catch the morning flight. Luckily it was possible and I was able to jump on the plane which took off soon. Fortunately, the city I'm going to isn't far enough and is less than an hour away by flight. I take jn taxi deposit in haste and fortunately that ke weekend, the traffic is generally less dense. I arrived at my father's in record time, because I kept putting pressure on the driver.
As soon as the taxi left me in front of the gate of my father's house, I jumped out of the taxi and ran inside the house, having taken care to leave some money for the taxi and for him. ask to keep the change. The more I advance towards the interior of the house, the more my presentiments are less and less good. It emerges from this house a climate so icy that I feel my hair stand on end. Looks like there's no life here. It's true that when I've been here the two previous times there wasn't the atmosphere of a living house, but this time there's something gloomy What's going on past? The door to the living room is ajar, which is not normal. I advance nevertheless towards the interior of the room.
"Dad! Dad! Are you there? It's me, Euniel!" I started screaming as I walked up the stairs.
The further I go, the faster my heart beats. I can hear them beating in my rib cage. Arrived in the hallway leading to my father's room, I can see the door wide open. I hurry up and arrive in front of the wide open door.
"Dad?!" I screamed as I ran into the room.
My father is lying on his bed. The position in which he was lying means nothing to me. Is he sleeping? It would still be weird if he didn't wake up, because I was screaming his name from the living room all the way up here. And what's more, it would be strange if he were asleep, whereas an hour earlier, he hastily asked me to come to his place. I think deep down I know there was something wrong, but I was afraid to find out. I was standing in the doorway, frozen in place.
"Dad!" I screamed again.
My father not showing any movement, I end up taking small steps towards him, my heart pounding. Arrived at his level, I find him stretched out, his eyes open. I kneel beside him, then I whisper
"Dad..."
There is blood on his chest. On closer inspection, it is a ball.
"Oh my god daddy..." I stammered on the verge of tears.