Chapter 10 Dying
“You are mad at me.” Papa said as I stared at him, the way he treated me it was horrible, he left me all alone, forced me to stay here because he knew how much I care for him.
I looked away from him and I headed into the dining room.
“How are you fitting in?.”
“I am working.” I breathed out, I didn’t want to be rude, he is my papa after all but I wanted him to realise what he has done, it was not fair, he promised me after mama was taken that he would always be there for me.
“Adrian what is this I hear?.” Papa asked, Adrian settled beside me, when the maids served us the meals.
Papa didn’t look any happy.
“It’s a good distraction for her, and she loves it.”
“I do.” I breathed out, even though my first day at work was not what I expected it to be, but I enjoyed it, it was good being able to take my mind off things for hours.
“That’s it, you are not going to yell, you never wanted me to work, you would always say I didn’t need it, and the only reason I attended college was because I wanted to.” I breathed out, a wave of annoyance washed over me.
Adrian and papa looked between each other, my mind filled with thoughts as I stared at them.
“He knows what best for you.”
“I know what’s best for me papa.” I yelled, when instantly I relapsed what I have done, I am so mad at him I didn’t even see what I was doing . “I am sorry, I should not have yelled.”
I reached toward him and he wrapped his hand around me, pulling me closer to him, my mind filled with happiness, he is here and that’s all that matters at the moment.
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Dinner was good, papa is hiding something form em and I am afraid Adrain knows and I don’t, it’s not about the mafia, it’s not about the work, if it was, he would always say one thing, it doesn’t concern you Elara but this time it’s different.
He was distant during the dinner, he didn’t say much to me, my father would always want to know what I am doing? How I am doing but this time it’s different, it’s like he didn’t want to know, he was drifting away form me
When he suggested to speak to Adrian alone, I sneaked out of the living room and now here I am pressing my ears on the door.
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“When are you going to tell her?.” I heard Adrian speak, my breath hitches, tell me what?
“She is better off not knowing.”
“She is more hurt not knowing, she thinks you hate her, because you don’t call and you don’t text and you didn’t bother much during the dinner, Franco, she is going to find out eventually and it’s not right to hide it from her.”
“She is my daughter, I know Elara better than you and I know this is something she can not handle, she may seem strong, but she is not, she is emotional and sensitive.” Papa yelled
My heart skipped a beat, what is he hiding form me? Why did Adrian want me to know so badly.
I pressed my ears even more, when I heard a crack and before I could realise what was happening, the door snapped open and I feel to the ground
Fuck.
Papa hates even anyone eavesdropped but right now, I need to know.
“Elara.”
“I can help myself up Adrian.” I breathed out. My eyes met papa’s when I stood up. “What’s going on?.”
“Were you listening on our conversation, I didn’t bring you up to be like this.”
“No papa not now, you never lie to me, you never hide from me, you have never ever thought about doing it, tell me papa what’s going on”. I asked and he looked away
My finger fiddled against each other, I could feel my heart beating against my rip-cage, my kind filled with thoughts when I looked back at Adrian.
“Tell me what’s going on?.” I whispered. “Please.”
“Elara it’s nothing.”
“No it’s something, I know you better than anyone could papa, you are distant from me, and this is not who you are, I see it in your eyes, there is something bothering you, you are scared.” I finally whispered and he looked away
My father is never scared of anyone, he could never be.
“Papa tell me.” I whispered. “Is it the mafia. Are you worried if I don’t get married, it would lose itself or someone form your family will want to take it away, is it the war papa, is there something going on that I don’t know about, did we lose someone papa.” I asked
I don’t think we did, it’s mostly me and him.
“Tell her, she is never going to stop snooping and if you don’t, you keep behaving the way you do, she will hate you, you don’t want your daughter to hate you.” He stated and my eyes met Papa’s
I leaned in closer to him, my eyes were on his when I held his hand, a tears slipped out of my eyes, if my father is scared then I need o be scared too because this is something of grave importance
This is something that could he horrible.
“Tell me”.
“You- tell me papa, you have never been scared not even when mama was taken.”
“I saw what that did to you, when they took her away form us.” He said and I stared at him.
What does it have to do with this
Unless
No it can’t be.
“Papa tell me what it’s not what I am thinking.” I breathed out, more tears streamed down my cheek as I stared at him. “Papa please.” I yelled
“I am dying princess.” He said and my breath hitches.
no he can’t