....pov
" you!" I shouted, tears still trickling down my cheeks as I stood frozen on the spot. I forgot all I was doing, my mission of looking inside Nathaniel's room. How could this be? How can this be happening? He can not be here, I am imagining it. I tried to convince myself several me that the man standing before me is actually just a fragment of my imagination. I want to believe that he is not here. that my father is not before me or even inside our house.
"You!" I repeated, not finding anything more sensible to say. I felt my mind going in circles. I have digested so many things and my wicked father appearing before me right now was only making matters worse. my best friend was dead. Maya had killed herself.