Seeing my father

Bianca

On my way back home I still couldn't believe my ears.

Did Santiago really know how much I wanted to ask him about my father on different occasions but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Especially the first night he took me in. I desperately wanted to see my father.

Tears almost filled my eyes and I wondered what changed.

Could it be that I had really done something to deserve it.

Different thoughts flaunt through my head and stillness envelope me with the new guard in the car.

Luckily I was taken aback by the screeching sound of the tyre that came to halt. We were already at the villa.

I took a deep breath before stepping out of the car.

I walked through the door absentmindedly and shut the door abruptly.

The thought of how Santiago rampage through my body in his office and the urge of how much he wanted to have me run through my head and I smiled sheepishly.

But then the most important question came up in my mind. Where were Santiago's scars? Even if I didn't know about other