Chapter 89

***Dayle***

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The only thing that makes happy is Chrissy. She's the comfort that I sought for. I pull away from attempting to wall off but Dad calls out.
“Dayle!”
I swallow up my words and walk off finally. Ms. Lena and Chrissy must be concerned over why I'm acting in such a way but how do you explain what your life has been especially when you have been living a total lie. The flashes of everythings plays out constantly, since the time we left that unfamiliar place. I walk past Nina, Brenda and the others staring at me excitedly bit none of these things are exciting to me.
“Dayle? Dayle?” I hear Dad calling from behind me but ignore rather scurrying to my room. When I slam the door he thrusts the door open immediately. I start ruffling my hair ferociously because it seems to me that I'm also about to lose my mind. I don't do too well with the disposition of my temper.
“Dayle... Dayle calm down, we can fix thos—”
“I won't fucking calm down, I won't. How do I even calm down? Tell me?” I ask him shrieking at him. He stands still with a frustrated look. “I'm a fucking mess and you know that. Am I supposed to smile at everything and fucking sit back? Just to pretend?” I rub my face downward, hopelessly. “From a psychotic mother to an unknown father? What is this about? What am I? Tell me?” I ask him and his lips part to speak.
“Dayle, I swear on my life that I had no idea that Freya lied the whole time, she never said a word to me. I always assume that she only wanted to take you away and I just wanted to fight for you—i thought I should be a responsible father to you! I had no idea,”
“I'm so fucking confused right now! She's a fucking mad woman—you know it. I'm not a son to a lunatic, am I?”
“Dayle,” he holds my face looking into my eyes, he's urging me to be strong. “Youre my son! Whether or not the results are positive, you'll always remain my son. That's the truth!”
“Stop trying to make me feel good, can't feel that way even it I try.” I move away. “Of you hadn't involved with Freya, all these things wouldn't have happened—”
“And I would never have had you,” he adds calmly. “You’re my son. I raised you, I've known you all through the time...”
“What it the results are positive? What happens to me? Are you gonna let those psychotics take me? Or am I supposed to welcome Freya and Brandon as my parents? Do I pack up my things and follow them to that fucking hole or wherever? How long will it take for me to accept them? Don't you think that I'm the one losing and not anyone?” I ask him and that's when I realize that my eyes are welled up.
“Dayle, this is not something we drag! Ist—”
“No seriously, what else? Would you rather accept a bunch of strangers at your doorstep? I know that I'm a fucking cunt but do I deserve all these?”
“Son, I won't let anyone take you from me. You're my SON!” he assures me bit I I'm joy so sure if I need assurances at the moment, I just need to be told that all of these things are pranks.
“Dad, I just... I just need to be alone. I'm confused, I need some time alone.”
I tell him calmly as possibly and he nods respectively. He pats my arm before he walks out of the room.
My fingers continuously rake my hair, I can't stop thinking lots of things through. Out of impulse, I take the small vase—that has always been on the beside the sofa—tossing it away and it crashes into the wall.
“Urghhhhhh!” I scream.

Flashback starts:
Seeing Dad made me feel a lot better or rather like a newborn.
“Are you okay? I'm here now!” he embraces me tightly. We move aside. Cops erode the place and that's when I realize that they aren't the only ones here. Dom and Bobby ask if I'm okay and I nod a YES. Dom prompts us to exit the place as soon as possible. The masked men start firing their guns despite being told to surrender, just as expected they get shot while others get nabbed. When Freya tries to flee as well she get caught too. Once we are outside the mysterious cranky building, I sight a man in handcuff. Could that be Brandon? I ask myself. He's well built like that, he's dark haired and has a face of an Italian. In summary, he e good looking and Brandon shots him but what I ain't understand is where all of these things are coming from. Dom takes a hold of me—in a protective way while Dad furthers to speak with the cops. In less than a minute he starts conversing with Freya who's closely watched. She's sick in the head and so she can't be arrested immediately. The lady is a lunatic, I keep mentioning.
I attempt to go over there but Dom stops.
“For once, could you let me? I want to know the fucking truth,” I grimace
“Dayle, you'll only get hurt!” he snaps with concern but I release myself regardless. Dad and Freya are in a deep but intense conversation.
“You think that you can just a take my son away from me, Owen you are damn wrong!” Freya angrily says
“MY SON, too! You have no fucking right to take him away—you are still not okay, Freya!” Dad says to her firmly.
“You’re the sick one Owen, I'm not sick one!” she snaps and chuckles mischievously
“Dad, who's Brandon?” I interrupt and Dad stares at me with confusion.
“Who's Brandon?” he asks. He's shocked.
“Ask her!” I tell him firmly. She's smiling, I'm not so sure if she's regretting or perturbed or ashamed. He asks her the same question again.
“You are not his damn father, you’re after what's not yours Owen, you can never be his father!” she snaps offhandedly. “Brandon is! The earlier you accept the better for you!” she scowls at Dad. “The mistake I made was knowing you Owen, you're not a good man!” she adds
“All these years... you lied to me... I carried a guilt that wasn't even real? Do you know what you have done?”
Dad voice lowers, he's disappointed and I'm fucking enraged. I can't even look the so-called woman in eye, the one that's meant to be my biological mother.
How sensible is this?
I squint my eyes and rub them. I feel like my world has collided into the to use shreds, I don't know what else to think anymore or say or do. I'm speechless and frustrated right now.
“Is this the shit you're made of?” I scoff. “Your’e not my mother and that dick of a man cant be my Dad!” I tell her and she breaks into tears. I start waking away. Brandon and I jam eyes but fuck, he's nothing to me. That ragtag can not be my father either.
“I'm gonna need a DNA result!” i hear Dad tell her. The cops finally take Brandon and the other surviving men. Now I understand why Freya has a bunch of men at her disposal, Brandon must be involved. He looks like a goddamn busted boss.
Dom falls in step next to me party gvmy shoulder.
“Be strong, kiddo! Fire up!”
He tells me as we enter the car. Looking through the window, I sight Dad conversing with the cops perhaps about everything and of course, about Freya.

*
While on the road, silence engrosses the drive. Dad turns to me and heaves a deep sigh.
“Son,”
“All my life, I've known no one but you and Mom. What changed? How could this happen now? Why now?”
“I don't know how we ended up like this but I swear to fix to things...”
“I don't need you to fix things I just want to know whole truth. How could you not be my Dad? What's happening? Are you gonna sit and listen to all that crap that lunatic told you?” I'm beginning to lose mind.
“Calm down, son!”
“I'm CALM!” I yell. That's the opposite of statement. “I'm calm, okay?” I yell again.
Dad rather remains silent, I know that this is very overwhelming to him over the fact that he's not even my father yet I'm losing my mind over that confession.
Silence sweeps in again, even in my head I hear nothing but the constant voice of Freya.
“You’re my son...”
“Brandon is your father...”
These statements rung effortlessly in my head, it's unbeatable and toxic.
Flashback ends:
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It would not help constantly remembering that ugly scene yet I have to deal with the fact that some fucking DNA results would be out by tomorrow to confirm I'm Brandon’s or Owen’s.
Fuck!