I'm not your biological father!

"Okay! I'll tell you the truth if only you let my daughter go." He inched closer to me while making little Sara relax under my ruthless care.

"Start talking!" I commanded.

"Your mother was confined in a mental asylum, many miles away from Primrose. That way, she couldn't get any way near Carissa and Sara."

"But why?" I asked vehemently.

"Your mother is sick, Azora. The psychiatrist confirmed that she has bipolar disorder and that she had been off her medication for about twenty years now. I didn't know all of that until recently when I visited her. She could barely recognize me and she was on a rampage."

Having heard that, tears cascaded down my swollen cheeks as I let the gun make its way down to the floor. He didn't hesitate to pick it up.

"Tell me the whole truth, why did you leave us? Was it because you never loved her? Was it because of you were warming another woman's bed that made you forget all about us?" I asked him relentlessly.

"I'm sorry Azora, but I'm not your biological father. I tried to put up with our marriage, your mother and all her flaws but I fell out of love. I had loved her even though she opted to infidelity. I loved you as my own, Azora. Your mother was already pregnant when we got married and I couldn't abandon her even though she was carrying another man's child." He sighed heavily and gave me a pitiful look as I tried to register everything that he was unfolding.

"Tell me you're just pulling my leg? Tell me... everything you just said isn't all true." I spoke with a stutter as I felt my throat close up.

"I'm afraid, you asked me to tell you the truth and that's what I'm doing. It's time you know why I chose to walk away. Kathy never loved me or so I believed because even right after we got married, she started going out and coming home late in the night drunk while she was still carrying you. She never wanted you in the first place and that's why she was always an absent mother. She aborted my three babies simply because motherhood wasn't one of the thing she ever wanted. I felt humiliated and asked for a divorce. I had found happiness elsewhere." He smiled bitterly to Carissa who acknowledged him.

I sat on the couch to process everything as choking tears brimmed my vision.

They left me to have my own space and I couldn't stay in that house any longer. I was suffocating and I needed a breather, so I picked up my car keys from the table and pulled away from the house. I was driving to the middle of nowhere, without thinking straight. Everything Arnold had said earlier echoed on my mind, leaving me shattered and pained to the core of my heart.

My heart was full of regrets. I was so stressed about my mother, someone who chased everyone away. She never wanted to have me, wow! Just wow! For five good years, I blamed my father, Arnold Carson for choosing his mistress over us but never knew he had gone through a lot with mom. She didn't even appreciate his efforts, getting rid of his seeds without giving it a thought, how heartless could she be.

I hit the steering wheel so many times and buried my head with my hands not knowing that I was in the middle of the road. I didn't give a damn about the rest of road users at that moment, I was in turmoil. My whole life was like a question I needed to solve.

I saw a tall silhouette intruding my privacy by knocking on my car window. I tilted the window down and yelled at him. "Back off man!"

"You're blocking the road dummy! Move the car, will you?" He was pissing me off so I jolted out of the car and stood at the middle of the road.

"Go drive somewhere else motherfuckers!!" I warned them and they all came out to drag me out of the road.

"I just found out that I was born out of wedlock! My life is a joke!" I laughed annoyingly as I felt many hands dragging, pushing and gripping me side to side.

My head was in a haze and my vision blurred. I felt a pair of warm hands scooping me up when I was almost losing my balance.

"Fo-Fox, yo-you are here." I slurred in my speech as he laid me in the backseat of my car, stepping on the gas and taking me to wherever, I was so weak, helpless and unable to fathom everything happening around me.