Novel Drama
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Sad and Mad Kelly's POV
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I couldn't ignore him. The fact that he's here without me telling him about my plans means he knew something's going on and he didn't tell me about it. I feel like he doesn't want me to see my father and it confuses me. Why would he do this? Yes! I hated my father but he knew that he's still my father. No matter how I hate him, I still care because he's my flesh and blood,
"What are you doing here, Klay?" I asked cautiously.
He stared into my eyes intently, "I'm here to accompany you."
"To where?"
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I looked away for a second and shook my head before looking at him again, "How did you know that I want to see my father? You said he's on vacation."
"I lied, Kelly."
I was shocked by his own confession. He lied? He lied to me about my father. Why?
"I don't understand why you had to lie, Klay. But I'm telling you now, I will never forgive you if something happens to my father."
"He doesn't want me to tell you, Kelly. I don't have a choice."
"Tell me about what?"
He took a deep sigh. Shook his head and gently held my hand. My heart raced when he pulled me closer to him and gently planted a soft kiss on my forehead. "I'm sorry for hiding the truth. I won't lie to you again."
My forehead creased. "Of all people, Klay..."
"I'm sorry..."
I sighed. "Let's go. I need to check on my father."
He nodded and intertwined our fingers. He took my passport and ticket from me while I was just walking beside him, still so worried about my father.
I don't know what's going on but this just means my father is really in danger.
I was nervous and uncomfortable the whole time. Klay was constantly squeezing my hand while we're inside the plane. I'm with him, but my mind was wandering and unfocused. I can't be late. I still haven't asked for forgiveness. My father is the only parent left to me. I don't wanna lose him this way.
"Babe Klay whispered in my ear.
I'm worried, Klay."
He nodded and caressed my cheek. He stared intently into my eyes, comforting me.
"I know, babe. But you're not alone. You don't have to keep it inside. You're not alone. You have me."
I looked at him with tears pooling in the corner of my eyes, "What should I do?"
"You just have to be there for him, Kelly. And I will be here for you. You can always count on me. I'm on
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your side."
Finally, I found myself smiling even only a little. Just knowing that I have someone I can lean on to makes me feel at ease. My father needs me and I also need someone to support me. That was Klay.
I was able to sleep because of Klay's comforting words. When we reached the mansion, the tears I have been restraining since we traveled rolled down my cheeks like a flowing river.
My father had a stroke a few days ago. We came when a doctor was checking on him in his sleep. One of the maids welcomed us and told Klay about my father's condition. I feel so devastated and broken hearted after learning what my father had been through without me realizing it. I was trying so hard to fix my
life while my father was slowly falling.
I sobbed and cried silently beside my father's bed after the doctor left the room with Klay. I held his hand and gently kissed the back of it as I stared at his face.
When did he get this old? His face was wrinkled. His hair turned gray. He looked so tired and he looked so sad.
Looking at my father, I couldn't help but hate myself for neglecting him. I was so busy hating him that I failed to realize he's getting old and he's getting close to leaving me too. I didn't realize he was hurting. I didn't realize I left him alone. I forgot that he lost my mom too, his dear wife. I was too harsh on him. Ignoring his desperate calls all these years. Closing my heart to forgiveness and building a wall. from him.
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1-I'm sorry..." I whispered as I sobbed again.
That's when I felt a gentle hand caressing my back. I lifted my face and looked at Klay. After seeing his face, I burst into tears.
He immediately pulled me closer to him and hugged me so tight. I cried in his chest while he started whispering comforting words while caressing my hair.
"Hush, babe," Klay whispered gently. "Don't stress yourself too much. Your father will get through this.
I sniffed and looked up at him. I need to stay here, Klay. My father needs me."
He nodded and gently wiped my wet cheeks using his thumb, drying my tears. He was looking into my eyes as if he's looking into my soul. He gently planted a soft kiss on my forehead.
"I will support you and be with you every step of the way, babe. I'm your boyfriend now and your father is also important to me."
I nodded and held his hand on my cheeks. He gave me a smile and slowly, his face moved closer to mine. It didn't take long until I felt his lips touching mine. At first, he just pressed out lips together but slowly, I felt him moving.
His kisses were so slow, so gentle, so sweet. His lips grazed mine with nothing but gentleness as I closed my eyes and started moving my lips.
He angled his head, the same time his hand moved to my jaws and he deepened our kiss.
His lips tasted like apples. And as his kisses went deeper, I felt his need and desire. He pushed his tongue inside my mouth, searching for mine.
We were kissing so intensely that I was so lost in his hungry kisses until we heard someone grunting and shouting words I couldn't understand.
1 pulled away from the kiss and looked at my father whose eyes were widened. He was glaring at Klay while making unreadable noises which made me panic!
"Klay, what's happening to him?" I asked, panicking.
Sad and Mad
I don't know what to do. I want to touch my father but he was so aggressive and he's trying so hard to reach Klay. He looked so mad. His eyes were burning in anger. I couldn't understand what he's saying, but I can clearly understand that he's furious and it's because of Klay.
Why?