"I asked you not to come into this room," Anthony countered. I turned away, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing my answer.
"I thought you loved her."
"Oh, daughter of mine... Your mother fed you all that bullshit while you were growing up." I could hear a distinct 'told you' from beside me. It irritated me so much that I wanted to strangle him. "Your mother thought that I loved her, and I preferred to keep it that way."
"You're a sick bastard, you know that?"
"You're my daughter. Who would know better?"
"She was pregnant?" I screamed at him.
"I wouldn't care less. I'm happy you're here, Mia. Now, I can finally get what I want."
"What the hell do you want?"
"You. Gone."
A strangled laugh left my throat.
My father wants to kill me.
He also killed my mother.
Everyone made me think that the love of my life had committed the crime.
My life was a twisted plot of meandering paths.
"Don't threaten her," I heard him hiss.
