Chapter 108
Roxy's POV
Last night was out of the ordinary, with all that happened, all the yelling, the anger that took over me and seeing my father, I hardly got any sleep and spent the time staring into the darkness in a room that I was told was mine. The bed that I'm lying on looks so expensive, and the house decor, quite classy I'd say, looks like it cost dad a fortune. Where does he get all of the money from?
I've been to the Street of the Damned for a while now but I have never ever set foot in this house. I used to see it from afar, a large beautiful house with flowers at the front, kind of like Kyrah's house but much bigger. Little did I know that my father spent most of his time in there and that I even had my own room in there!
At night, so many memories flashed through my mind. I got so livid at some point, wondering why he did not show up, why no one even bothered to tell us he was alive. The thought of him being so close yet I didn't even know, made me clench my fists, making my nails dig deep crescents into my palms. I used to visit this place and I'm sure he always knew when I arrived, but what did he do? He decided to keep on hiding. Away from me. Away from reality.
When I finally get to wake up, I take a shower and cringe at the thought of wearing yesterday's clothes, but when I leave the shower, I find a peach dress on the bed and I'm not surprised, Bobby's daughter, who's name I always seem to forget, must have put it there. I don't like dresses and also don't want to seem rude or something like that, so I hesitate for a minute then go for yesterday's outfit. When I'm done, I head downstairs and find my dad and Vic in the living room. It looks beautiful with portraits of wild animals, at one corner, my dad's trophies are well arranged in a glass cabinet, he was one of the greatest quarterbacks back in the day.
There's a flower vase at the centre of the coffee table and brown leather couches take most of the room's space.
Vic has his earphones on and seems quite ignorant of our father's presence. My muscles tense up. This is going to be one awkward moment.
The moment he spots me, he sits up straight and nods towards me.
"I won't be surprised if you refuse to have breakfast with me like your brother just did," he says. I can see a kind of pain in his eyes, but that won't make me soften up. Not just yet. Yesterday I could have gone super haywire, but I had missed him. I still miss our father-daughter moments.
"I'm not hungry," I say, a tight line across my lips, just as I stand in front of him, arms akimbo. Vic notices and takes off his earphones.
"You might want to sit down, Roxy. We have a lot to talk about." He gestures to one of the empty couches and I bitterly oblige.
"I know–" he starts but I cut him off.
"No!" For a second he's startled at what I'm doing, holding my index finger in front of me to stop him from saying anything else. "We ask the questions first. Let's start with why we had to go through a damn 'Scooby-Doo and the gang' mystery solving roller-coaster in the first place, why didn't you just tell us you're still alive?" I can feel the anger boiling at the pit of my freaking stomach. Or is it hunger?
He sighs and lifts his head, revealing his scar, but his face is expressionless. He's in a white button down shirt and black trousers, his fedora is placed right next to him.
"First of all, it wasn't my idea. Your mum, through Olivia and I, had organized everything, I only got to know a few months ago that both of you were likely to come here, on your birthday. So I have no idea why your mother chose that... Maybe because she wanted you to find out about everything on your own," he pauses, "There are so many reasons why I didn't want you to find out that I was alive. I wasn't ready to face reality, I didn't know how you'd react. I was just trying to be a better man–"
"The hell you were! You've been 'watching us' all this time and never said anything! Why? What is this place anyway, huh? You hiring some goons to watch over you is something that would totally raise anyone's eyebrows. Who knows whatever shady business you run around here!?" Vic barks and turns to face me. "I'm also mad at you, Roxy, why didn't you tell me this place existed? That day when you ran away, I looked for you, we all did, little did I know you were just here, right inside dad's playground."
Oh, hell! I knew he'd one day ask why I kept this from him.
"This was my hiding place and I wasn't fucking aware dad is the owner of this place, I didn't even know he was right here!" I shrug, surprised by the pitch of my own voice and Vic looks away, rolling his eyes and shaking his head at the same time. He's now tapping his thigh out of annoyance.
"Why was Olivia here yesterday?" Vic hisses. He hates the only woman who happens to be our mom's sister.
"She wanted your forgiveness–" dad says, looking at me dead in the eyes.
"Forgiveness?" I gasp and place my palm on my chest pretending to be in utter shock. "Forgiveness, my ass! That woman was probably trying to get us out of the way so she can have you all to her damn self, just like she did with mom. When we left you lying on that floor in a pool of blood, we thought everything was over and we tried to move on without you only for you to surface up as... " I wave my hand up and down referring to his new self, "Scar. Who knows what you and Olivia have been upto since we left?"
He raises his hands in surrender.
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