After that day, Faelan got busier. His art was becoming recognized more and more and his dream coming forth like he had always wanted.
I occupied myself at my institution and also finding my step brother. Keith.
Dad tried contacting me but Aunt Dara prevented him. Apparently before Mama had died she had put the home under I and Eudora's name, exempting him from it. She bought the house. Dad was trying to get us two to put his name on paper and give it to him, saying he wanted to preserve Mama's resting place. We all knew it was a lie.
Aunt Dara said he looked gaunted and his astral energy was low. Indicating he was either stressed or sick. He needed money and fast. I deduced he wanted to sell the house and do whatever he pleased with the money.
I was so angry. At him. At Mama. Why would she marry such a dipshit like him?
Aunt Dara's attempt at keeping him away wasn't very effective. He came to my institution.
I was so embarrassed. I was so angry.
He caused such a scene that I would tear up just thinking about it.
He called Mama names so vile, I began to question if he was actually my father, but my face was an undeniable evidence that I was his offspring.
He didn't even stop there. He began stalking me. I couldn't go out without looking over my shoulder every now and then.
Things got progressively worse, Aunt Dara got busier at work. Faelan got more distant. Eudora had changed contact and location. I had no one. I was alone.
My nights were spent with myself trembling in the kitchen, a knife in my hand and the dial tone of the home phone ringing. The rattling sound of the doorknob and my name being constantly whispered.
I couldn't call the police force. They couldn't do anything about him. They claimed they couldn't do anything about an unidentified stalker. Even after I told them it was my dad.
I tried going to Faelan's place but he was never around. He had changed the code to his apartment. Why would he change it and not bother to tell me?
It's his home he can do whatever the fuck he wants with it.
Oh.
Weeks dragged by and Dad slowly let up on the stalking. Aunt Dara was still busy but she managed to slip home and comfort me as much as she could
"Darling, I would love to drop this job but it's the only way I can get what to feed us both"
She hugged me, rocking me like one would rock a child.
"There is something I have to tell you... well more like show you"
She came rushing home one day. My phone buzzed as she kicked off her shoes.
It was text from Faelan