Page 35 of Marriage Ever After
I smirked. The fact that he was trying to initiate his authority at this moment was something else. I was big enough that I could yank his old ass body across the desk before he pressed the button for his assistant to come and call the cops.
“Anyways,” I started. “This back and forth could last the whole day and all that but I don’t have that kind of time. I have a punishment to go and give.” I smirked.
My father narrowed his eyes at me as if studying me.
“So then, why are you wasting time with such a despicable man?”
He used words that I called him over and over for the bullshit that he caused in my life.
“Is that supposed to make me feel guilty or some shit? Cause it doesn’t.” I took a deep breath. “Listen, I didn’t come here for all that. Just listen to me and for the first time in your life, can you not interrupt me?”
This made me realize something. I knew why I never listened to anyone; it was because of this man staring back at me with his hazel probing eyes.
“You could’ve fucked me up, ya know that?” I started. “You could’ve had all this power to destroy my entire life, but I didn’t need to ever give you that power. I let you manipulate me and dictate my life knowing that there were so many different outlets for me. There are things that you could’ve protected me from, you could’ve raised me as the dedicated single father who gave a shit about his son. One who didn’t look at his son as some sort of pet project but ya know what, you are what I got. Do I hate you? No, I don’t but I don’t love you either. I don’t want my children to ever end up like me. I don’t want to be so miserable that I let it bleed through and make my blood think I’m a fucking monster. One worse than anything else because, a father, a parent, really… protects you. They shield you from harm, all in the while making sure you learn and that if you fall, they’ll be there to pick you up.”
My father stared at me with anger and rage in his eyes.
“You don’t think I protected your entitled ass? I took care of everything for you, I raised you, got you the best things that money could buy and who do you think was there for you when your FUCKING mother almost drowned you, huh? Where you there for yourself?”
I mirthlessly chuckled as I clapped my hands.
“Wow. Should I give you a standing ovation for doing what the fuck a parent does? You think I asked to be here? No, I didn’t. I may be grateful but that doesn’t mean that you turn this on me. You fucked up not me.”
My father sneered,
“I raised you, you little punk! Have some damned respect.”
I glared at him,
“you didn’t raise me. I raised myself! I took care of me.”
“So, the Emerson money did nothing for you huh? Look, say all that you want but I raised you the same way I was raised and there’s nothing wrong with me. I am here because of my achievements above my family money, can you say the same?”
I shook my head.
“You think you’ve been making this money for me or something? None of the money I make has ever been associated with you. When I go to bed at night, I don’t think oh! I owe the judge for saving my ass! I was and still, am entitled to that Emerson money because I am one. I worked my ass off, I continue to work it off and yet, I have found ways to let my daughter know that I love her. What the fuck was your excuse?”
“So, you came to give me an unnecessary lecture about my parenting skills?”
I gritted my teeth, standing, making sure that this was the last ties that I had with my father.
“I came to tell you that although I forgive you for fucking hurting me emotionally, damaging the way that I grew up, trying to taint the man that I was destined to be and making it seem like I was lucky enough to be in your presence, you will never take control of my life again. I won’t be like you. I won’t neglect my wife, my children or my family and friends, I’m going to be happy for the rest of my life whether you like it or not. You failed. You failed as a father, a man and a protector. You mean nothing to me. I will never associate myself with you and as for the Emerson name and money, it’s my grandfather’s name, I’ll proudly continue to be an Emerson plus my money is none of your concern. He never treated me like you did even in his death bed. So, Honorable Judge Rick Emerson, I wish you well on your marriage and let’s never cross paths again. As of now, I’ve washed you off my hands.”
As I took my leave, his words stopped me mid closing the door.
“You’re going to come back and need me. I’m your father, you’ll always need me.”
I shook my head,
“Little me needed you that night at the hospital after you saved my life. You resuscitated me yet didn’t even hold your five-year-old son as he sought out some comfort from a parent. My mother and father both died in that bathtub with me.” I slammed his office door.
Mila
Seeing Kash standing right outside of my office shocked me. The man stood there like a piece of candy that wanted to be devoured in his loose tie and suit. His hair was gelled back giving me the chance to stare into his eyes even more. In this light, they were brighter in this light showing the green in his hazel eyes much more than the brown. Kash smiled at me and I squirmed making me realize my dilemma. Everything in me seemed to be turned up to one hundred as Kash walked further in and he sat across from me. Was he wearing the suit that I bought him for his birthday last year? I smiled at the smoky grey suit that complimented him.
“Don’t look at me like that, bunny.”
Kash smirked as he warned me.
