home ? b. allen ? (discontinued)

A/N: Her name is (K/C)atherine. I kept forgetting how I spelled it. Lol, please don't sue me.

C H A P T E R T E N

s t a t u s
unedited 
w r i t t e n
2016

"You have fifteen minutes."

The guard walked back to his station. I was left staring at my stranger of a father through the glass barrier. The phone in my hand was shaking. No, my hand was shaking. This man was a ghost. He wasn't my dad anymore.

His eyes were sunken in, his lips chapped. His hair that had always been light brown and covering his ears was grey and dry and barely past a buzzcut.

"Katherine," The ghost speaks. "What are you doing here?"

"I have questions."

He groaned, rolling his eyes. He clenched the phone, his knuckles going white. "F*ck off, you little b*tch."

My hands were tingling, stinging even, as the anger built up inside me. This man, my own father, didn't even want to speak to me.

"Look, for once in my life, I want you to give me straight answers." I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "Don't I deserve that?"

He laughed. "You don't deserve anything."

"I'll leave afterwards. I will. I won't come back. I'll leave you here in this disgusting place, but you have to let me know what I am first."

"What do you want?" He said, his voice low.

"What happened that night?" I asked, scanning his face for a reaction. "What really happened that night I was born?"

"You and your wh*re mother cursed my family that night." He spat. "That's what happened."

What?

I waited for a moment, letting it sink in. My wh*re mother? That was something I didn't remember him saying. Of course, I probably had heard him utter those words before and not understood what they meant. I hadn't spoken to him since I was nine.

"What about mom?" I asked, a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"Your mom's a wh*re. You, you are a disgusting, filthy bd."

"Wait, so my mom was a prostitute?" The new information was shocking, not at all what I was expecting. I had wondered before if I wasn't his kid at all, but I never thought it was a real possibility.

"She cheated and got you." He said, a cloud of sadness moving over his face. "Same difference."

Somehow, I was smiling, a laugh forming in my chest. This man sitting on the other side of the glass wasn't my dad. That was good news, the best news I could have gotten. I mean, yeah, my mom had slutty tendencies and my real dad did too, but he could've changed. He could've settled down. He could be out there somewhere, and he could love me like a dad should.

He could love me.

I stood up to leave, grabbing my bag and swinging it over my shoulder. I hurried off a few steps, only to whip back around and pick the phone back up.

I stretched the cord out, putting the phone at my ear. "Have you heard anything from Jonathan?"

"They wheel him in every other Tuesday."

I frowned at that, but my heart was still rejoicing. Maybe I could find my real dad and have Jonathan back. Maybe I could have a family again.

Nothing could take that hope from me.