Page 128 of The Dark Obsession

My brain can’t grasp what I just learned. Desperately fighting for oblivion, wishing these last few minutes never happened.

How can a person go from perfect happiness to utter terror in a matter of seconds?

Only when we finally stop in front of the cabin and the roaring engine is turned off does the unshakable dread settle over me.

This is over.All of it.

We stay seated, unmoving as I watch the forest blur in front of me. Whether from the rain or the tears in my eyes, I don’t know.

At last, Tyson breaks the silence.

“The man who left my mother with two young boys,” He pauses and my stomach sinks. “Is your father.”

It can’t be.

I shake my head, not wanting to believe him with every fiber in my body.

Yet I can’t shake the feeling that he’s telling the truth. No matter how much I want it to be a lie, I see it in his gaze.

“I’m sorry, little one.”

No.

He can’t mean it.

Not when we had everything, when he let me feel everything.

I- I can’t breathe in here.

Ripping myself away, I slam the car door before breaking into a run through the thick rainfall. Wanting to escape the devastating revelation that’s threatening to break me apart.

In seconds, my hair is plastered to my face, my shirt sticking to my clammy skin.

I don’t feel any of it.

Taking three steps in one, I reach the porch when suddenly a hand wraps around my upper arm and I’m being spun around.

Colliding with Tyson’s broad chest, my hands instinctively fly to his shoulders to steady myself.

How didn’t I hear him right behind me?

Snatching my hands away, I quickly shuffle backwards until my ass bumps against the railing.

This is it.

I close my eyes in defeat.

There’s no escaping the inevitable truth.

“Are we siblings?” I choke out, tears welling in my eyes.

For a heartbeat, confusion passes through Tyson’s eyes, stopping him dead in his tracks. And it’s enough to give me a kernel of hope.

But then again, his moral compass doesn’t exactly coincide with the norm. So there’s really no way of knowing whether us being related would give him a pause.

Cocking his head to the side, Tyson observes the whirlwind of emotions marring my face with sick fascination.

“No.”

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