Daddy's Little Angel novel Chapter 30

Karma indeed is a bitch. A very cruel, self edifying bitch.

This night event played out like an old movie, taking me back memory lane. I relieved that day so long ago, only this time playing the reversed role.

Had I been a man, probably I'd have felt that familiar sting on my cheek like that which he felt at the airport after he kissed me. I would have actually preferred that to this crippling pain I'm feeling now. You know what hurts the most? It was how gentle he was with me. Not even one hurtful, hateful or judgemental word was said to me. Like I wasn't worth the effort. Like this feelings were one sided and he was here to walk me through it. I was lost. Was this what he felt when I lashed out that very day? Like the world left him behind and moved on? Like his world was crumbling? Cause I felt that and many more. I felt ashamed for throwing my self at him, I mean, I was affected by just seeing him shirtless, yet he wasn't bothered by my almost naked state. I felt dejected because he rejected me, I kissed him, he didn't kiss back. I felt angry at no one in particular, but mostly I felt sorry for myself. I caused this. If I had just accepted his love for me . If only I wasn't too rash. I would be able to call him mine. But now I lost him. He made it clear that he only thinks of me as a daughter and nothing more. That I would get over it just like he did. He even went ahead thanking me for coming up with the solution I had back then. That the distance helped. That thinking about family helped him stop himself from calling me to plead his case. He also told me how in love he is with Nora, how she had been supportive of him this past few years. How he thinks we would make one big happy family.

This were his exact words;

" Oh...that was unexpected." He began after the kiss. "A kiss doesn't solve everything Angel, this isn't right and you know it." He continued.

There is no saying how I felt. I wanted the ground to swallow me. Picking up what's left of my dignity, I giggled tipsily, smacking him on the chest, pretending to indeed be intoxicated and out of it, telling him how big of a meanie he was and how I wanted to go to bed. Placing a kiss on his cheek, I said good night and entered into my room without looking back. Tonight my pride got crushed and my hope shattered. But it's the damage that is done to my poor heart that bothers me. It wasn't shattered, just numb. Almost like it wasn't there. I felt everything and nothing all at once. I accepted defeat. I concluded that I would leave the following day. If I couldn't win this battle, I won't sit around and withness Nora celebrate her victory while taking pleasure in my misery.

Tonight, I call it quits.