Chapter 39 He left me after he promised
“Papa.” I whispered holding on to his hand, my breath hitches as I stared at him, his eyes cold and and his body is pale, my mind filled with thoughts as I held his hand even more tighter. “Papa you can’t give up on me now, we are ment to be happy, we are meant to have a life and you know how it’s always is, we are meant to celebrate our last Christmas this year and not only that, you know papa, you are meant to tell me how much you don’t like the idea that Adrian and I are sharing a room, you are ment to walk me down the aisle papa, you are ment to cry when I pick my wedding dress.” I breathed out
He can’t leave me.
My heart skipped a beat and my mind filled with thoughts, more tears streams down my cheek as I stared at his face, I wiped my tears that fell against his cheek.
“You know papa, you always talk about how much you hate when I cry and you know that I am not going to to crying until you wake up.” I breathed out.
He didn’t move, he didn’t even wake up, he is not like this, my papa will move mountains just to stop me from crying, why did he behave like this? Why did he want to hurt me in this manner.
The sound of the door opening made me turn around, my eyes met Adrian.
“Tell papa to wake up, please Adrian, tell him that I am going to do what he wants, I will get married to you, tell him that he needs to be here so he can yell at you for touching me in public, tell him.” I whispered yelled.
Adrian warped his hand around me, pulling me closer to him, I didn’t want ro let go of my father’s hand, letting go meant I am never going to see him again and I didn’t want that, I didn’t want to ever think about that.
I stared at papa.
“Adrian please, tell papa to wake up.” I breathed out
“Elara- no don’t say it, you get the doctor, do it now.” I yelled, “it’s probably what happened last night, you know how much papa can be so dramatic, he is always looking for new ways to scare me.” I whispered.
Adrian didn’t speak or move, I instant let go of my father’s hand and I found myself heading out of the room and to find the doctor.
The doctor half- asleep when I found him and I pulled him out of the bed.
“You need to come check papa.” I yelled.
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“Elara.” Adrian spoke when I walked into the room, he wrapped his hand around my waist, stopping me from heading to papa. “You can’t.”
“You need to let me go, I need to meet my father, you have no right to ask me not to talk to him.” I yelled and he didn’t speak. “Come on, check him doctor.” I breathed out.
The doctor looked between Adrian and I, my mind filled with thoughts as I stared at them.
“Don’t say it.” I breathed out.
“I am sorry Elara, it’s too late, I could have done anything but I can’t, death time- no.” I whispered cutting him off.
Papa is right there, he is just being dramatic
“He is awake, o swear.”
“He is gone princess.” Adrian whispered holding me back, my breath hitches and my eyes filled with more tears as I stared at him, I shake my head.
I saw him speak some minutes ago, he told me he loved me, he told me he cared for me.
“The doctor must have done something, it’s not the first time papa got injured and now he, he did something to him, I am telling you.”
“Look at me.” Adrian spoke, he forced me to stare at him, my eyes were on his when I realized I am losing my mind, he didn’t want to say it. He may be worried to even say it, yet he knew that it’s the truth.
“Someone did this to papa, he is a fighter, he is not meant to. He cat just, how deep were the stabs.” I breathed out.
“Elara I know what you are doing, you are looking for a reason.”
“You either help me or not do anything, someone took papa away from me, they wanted him gone, they didn’t care that they would ruin our lives, so tell me how deep was it.” I yelled.
“Not quite deep.”
“And he didn’t survive- the drugs, what drugs.” I yelled at the doctors
“The drugs got mixed up. I didn’t know he was sick when I injected him with th drug. With the cancer and everything it only made things worse, I gave him something else to make him feel better yet it didn’t happen, what cancer drug did he take?.” I asked
I doubt that my papa would take any cancer drug. He already knows that he is dying. He didn’t care for treatment, I know he would not care about taking drugs. What’s the use of the drug if he is not going o survive, my papa is a rational man.
He knows rights and wrong, he knows what he is meant to do and not do.
I turned to look at Adrian, my mind filled with thoughts.
“He would never take drugs, maybe pain killers but not that.” Adrian stated and I nodded.
“If he took pain killers, his health, would it have escalated.” I asked, and the man could not speak: he knew better than me that, it doesn’t work that way I knew as much as he did and the thought of that scared me.
“My papa was killed, someone planned this, plotted this and it’s someone in the house. They knew papa was sick and they didn’t tell you about it, you gave him the drugs because you didn’t know.” I breathed out
Fuck.