Quotes
“I...”
“Jesus, tell Marcus he has a guest, will you?”
I blink at him.
He hasn’t really studied me, not a lot. His eyes have barely landed on mine, because they’re darting behind me, from side to side, and basically scanning the perimeter. When I still don’t answer his question, he finally looks at me and his eyes scan over my face and he freezes. His entire body jerks and he goes so still I’m worried he’s about to have some sort of panic attack.
I know it’s because he can see her. I look so much like my mother, there’s no denying that. I thought it was always her I got 100% of my features from, but now I’m studying him, up close, there’s so much about me that’s like him, too.
“I’ll,” I swallow. “Get him.”
“Jesus, tell Marcus he has a guest, will you?”
I blink at him.
He hasn’t really studied me, not a lot. His eyes have barely landed on mine, because they’re darting behind me, from side to side, and basically scanning the perimeter. When I still don’t answer his question, he finally looks at me and his eyes scan over my face and he freezes. His entire body jerks and he goes so still I’m worried he’s about to have some sort of panic attack.
I know it’s because he can see her. I look so much like my mother, there’s no denying that. I thought it was always her I got 100% of my features from, but now I’m studying him, up close, there’s so much about me that’s like him, too.
“I’ll,” I swallow. “Get him.”
My father.
Here in front of me.
I don’t...I don’t understand.
Here in front of me.
I don’t...I don’t understand.
I turn, with trembling legs and hurry back into the house.
“Wait!”
Shit. He can see it, too.
I keep rushing.
“I said,” he growls, rushing in and taking hold of my arm. “Wait.”
He spins me around and I gasp, struggling backwards.
“I don’t...understand?” he breathes. “Who are you?”
“I’m sorry,” I cry. “I don’t know you. Please, let me go.”
It’s such a lie, I don’t even know why I said it, but suddenly I’m panicked. My father is in front of me. My father. How the hell am I supposed to understand it, let alone deal with it? His eyes flash at my words and I swallow the lump forming in my throat.
“Who is your mother?”
Oh shit.
“Marcus?” I cry, angrily.
“Answer me, girl.”
“Please,” I whimper.
“It’s Sandra, isn’t it?”
“Stop, oh God,” I cry. “Marcus!”
“How old are you?”
I jerk my arm from his grip and we stand there, staring at each other. I can tell by his face this has come as a shock to him. A huge shock. His eyes are frantically scanning over my face and his breathing is deep and trembling. He can see it; I know he can because I do. My skin. The shape of my eyes. Even my nose. It’s all his.
“It can’t be true,” he whispers.
Tears burn under my eyelids. It’s my dad. My dad...
“It’s why she ran, isn’t it?”
He really didn’t know about me. Oh God.
“I didn’t know.”
Double oh God.
My chest seizes.
“I didn’t fucking know,” he whispers.
“Wait!”
Shit. He can see it, too.
I keep rushing.
“I said,” he growls, rushing in and taking hold of my arm. “Wait.”
He spins me around and I gasp, struggling backwards.
“I don’t...understand?” he breathes. “Who are you?”
“I’m sorry,” I cry. “I don’t know you. Please, let me go.”
It’s such a lie, I don’t even know why I said it, but suddenly I’m panicked. My father is in front of me. My father. How the hell am I supposed to understand it, let alone deal with it? His eyes flash at my words and I swallow the lump forming in my throat.
“Who is your mother?”
Oh shit.
“Marcus?” I cry, angrily.
“Answer me, girl.”
“Please,” I whimper.
“It’s Sandra, isn’t it?”
“Stop, oh God,” I cry. “Marcus!”
“How old are you?”
I jerk my arm from his grip and we stand there, staring at each other. I can tell by his face this has come as a shock to him. A huge shock. His eyes are frantically scanning over my face and his breathing is deep and trembling. He can see it; I know he can because I do. My skin. The shape of my eyes. Even my nose. It’s all his.
“It can’t be true,” he whispers.
Tears burn under my eyelids. It’s my dad. My dad...
“It’s why she ran, isn’t it?”
He really didn’t know about me. Oh God.
“I didn’t know.”
Double oh God.
My chest seizes.
“I didn’t fucking know,” he whispers.
Impressions
fb2epub
Drag & drop your files
(not more than 5 at once)