Chapter 43 Is This The End?
I have never seen my father this angry before. But most of all, I have never seen him look at me with such disappointment in his eyes.
“Mattias. What the hell are you doing with my daughter?” my father shouted, his voice a low growl as he stepped closer, his fists clenched at his sides.
I took a step back, scared of what he might do. but Mr. Mattias stood his ground. “Derry, it’s not what you think—”
Before Mr. Mattias could finish, my father’s fist connected with Mattias's jaw. The force of the punch sent him staggering back, but he quickly regained his footing, a look of shock crossing his face.
“Derry, please listen to me,” Mattias said, his voice steady. “We were about to tell you the truth. Shimma and I—”
“Truth?” my father spat, cutting him off. “I caught you sneaking around? And you're taking about thruth? You’re my best friend! How could you betray me like this?”
“Derry, we were—” Mattias started again, but my father’s fury was relentless.
“Shut up!” my father growled, his eyes blazing.
“You don’t get to explain anything. Wait, You think this is okay? You think you can just mess around with my daughter and act like everything’s fine?”
“Dad, please!” I cried, stepping between them, desperation rising in my chest. “No one is messing around. We’re in love. And we wanted to tell you!”
I said, my voice shaky as I trembled I fear, But my father wasn’t listening. He turned his glare back to Mattias, his voice low and menacing.
“You will never come near Shimma again. Do you understand me?”
“Derry, don’t do this to me,” Mr. Mattias pleaded, taking a step forward, his expression a mix of hurt and confusion. “We can work through this. I care about her.”
“Caring doesn’t make it right!” my father shouted, his voice echoing. “You’re crossing a line that shouldn’t be crossed. You’re my best friend,”
“Dad, please!” I interjected, my heart racing. “You’re overreacting!”
But my father was having none of it. He grabbed my arm, his grip firm and tight. “We’re leaving. Now.”
“Derry, wait!” Mattias called after us, his voice desperate. “Don’t end this like this! Shimma, please!”
I looked back at Mattias, my heart aching at the sight of his pleading eyes. “Mattias, I—”
“Shimma, come with me,” my father said. He pulled me away, dragging me toward the door.
“Dad, stop!” I struggled against his grip, but he was relentless, leading me outside. “You can’t just take me away like this!”
“Watch me,” he replied coldly, opening the car door and pushing me inside.
As he got into the driver’s seat, I glanced back, seeing Mattias standing there, he ran his hand through his hair, his expression a mix of lost and frustration. That was when the moment really hit me hard.
“Is this really happening?” I whispered, tears filling my eyes. “Is this the end of us?”
My father started the engine, zooming out of the compound.
“Shimma, don’t cry,” my father said, though his tone was harsh. “You need to understand what’s at stake here.”
“What’s at stake?” I shot back, my voice trembling. “My happiness? My relationship? You can’t just decide who I can love!”
“Love?” he echoed, incredulous. “You think this is love? This is nothing but recklessness. Mattias isn't the one for you. Get that into your head,”
I felt my heart shatter as I wiped my tears away, struggling to catch my breath. “Mattias is not some stranger! He’s your best friend! We were going to tell you!”
“Not anymore,” he snapped, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “You’re not seeing him again. Not while I’m around.”
I could feel the reality settling in—this was it. My father had drawn a line, and I was on the wrong side of it.
“Please, Dad,” I whispered, my heart aching. “Don’t do this. I love him.”
But my father didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on the road.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was losing everything that mattered, and as the tears fell down my cheeks freely, I wondered if this was truly the end of me and Mattias.