If he had tried harder would things have worked out?

I sighed, even though I seemed to be ignoring my father, I still wanted to meet him.

I wanted to meet the person who was there for me when I came into this world.

I shut the screen to my phone, looking up and taking in the fresh breeze, my eyes closing, and my fingers tightened on my phone.

Was I sure about the decision I was taking?

Charlotte did say I had my own choice to go or to not… but to be honest, I wanted to… I really did.

Why was this all so hard? I exhaled, before going for the door, pulling it open and leaving.

MEET ME AT, 'NEVERDUM CAFÉ…'

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The bell above rang, Announcing my arrival, there were security's all over the place, and they looked as scary as Jim and Jimmy.

My eyes scanned the place, it was empty, no one was in the building, and silence filled the air, making it as thick as when I saw Charlotte at the dinning table.

"Nabie?" An old looking man approached me, a serious look on his face, but a sudden smile came up. "It's been long." He spoke once again.

My brows frowned, and my stomach made twists. I didn't like the feeling I had.

Who was this man? And how much did he change?

"Father." I answered coldly, avoiding his hug, and taking a step back.

"9 years and you still don't like me?" He clicked his tongue, in a way of trying to make the place livelier, but it wasn't just sitting right with me.

"Why did you text me?"

"How about we sit? A drink perhaps?"

I ignored his offer, and instead walked to a nearby sit, pulling one that was opposite him.

"I'm listening." Silence came once more, the light above our table flickering slightly.

"Wow…" I could tell he was surprised. "You've grown quite a bunch, since I last saw you." His voice clearly held guilty in it.

"You called me here to talk? What is it you want to discuss?"

"Ah… right."

His facial expression changed into a more manly, and serious one, he looked down, and then back up, his gaze never wondering.

"I wanted to apologize… for everything… for leaving both you, and Charlotte…"

That was all? After 9 years of leaving… that was the best he could come up with?

I snapped.

"Is that all?" My hands were clenched, I tried my best not to sound anymore disrespectful than I already did. But then again, did he really deserve my respect? This man was no longer my father, he was a man of his own shadow, a man who had made it to the big, and left us behind, a man that didn't bother thinking twice when leaving.

"Nabie-"

I cut him off with a cold look.

"9 years… 9 years and that's all you have to say?" I scoffed, hoping it hadn't came out when it did.

"It wasn't my fault, if you give me time I'd-"

"You'd what? Explain? You'd what? Beg for forgiveness? Try and come crawling back into mother's life and mine?" I was beginning to start kissing my cool, and even I on the inner side noticed.

My lips trembled over my words, and I didn't know why, my heart shattering into pieces each time I spoke.

"I know there's no amount of apology that'll make up for all the lost time… but I promise to make it all up to you."

"No! N-no, that's…" I looked out the window, my eyes glassy, and my nose getting stuffy. "You think because you've made it, you can use YOUR money to, what? Buy us back?" I spoke in a more calmer tone.

"I never said that."

"Then what are you implying? If that isn't what you said, then what was it? Do you still take me for the same fool as before?!"

"Your overreacting God damnit!" His hands slammed on the table, a jolt getting out of me, and my eyes narrowing a bit.

He took a breath to calm down, fists balling, and eyes closing.

"I'm sorry."

"You keep on saying that." My words were fast, faster than his, and if he wasn't careful I could have spoken first.

"Because I mean it."

"Then why? Why did you leave? Why did you leave mother and I? Why didn't you take us along? Why did you shut us out? Why do you now get to live the lavish lifestyle you leave now? Why did you call me here? Answer."

"Because I wanted to apologize, I left to have this lifestyle of mine, to come and back to get you guys, to spoil you guys."

"With your wealth? We never needed that, I never needed that!" My teeth sunk into the inner of my bottom lip. "Do you know what I needed? My father… and he failed to be there for me, he failed to be there for his wife and I, for his child, for his spouse, for his home." I leaned in close, my hands pressing against the cold table, and my eyes unwavering.

He clicked his tongue, but this time, there was a bit of attitude to it, and I sat back.

Had I taken things to far?

"I wasn't there for my home?"

"No, no, no… you never were." With that, I pulled out my phone, pulling up the number he had used to text me. "Is this it? The number you used to contact me?"

Blocked!

"Thomas Reigns… no, Thomas… it's best we never speak again." I got up, sliding out of the chair and walking for the door.

I was done, I was done with him, I was done with everything that had to do with him.

Was I just upset? Was anger getting the best of me.

The door open, and the clouds began getting darker.

I stood outside, I hadn't even given him the chance to actually talk… I was to upset to even let him.

My hands dug into the pocket of my hoodie, I looked up, and then back.

He still sat there, his head hung low, and I could tell he was hurt.

No, that didn't bother me, in fact, I need to get out of here.

It started off as me walking… but as time passed, I began running, my steps got heavier, and my heart raced quicker, tears pricked the side of my eyes, but I tried my best to brush it off.

No matter how hard I tired, it came back more.

After my gaze had gone completely blurry thanks to the tears, I tripped over a stone, I hadn't even seen there.

My fast falling flat on the ground, my body going numb, and the tears I once held back coming out like a pouring river.

I stayed there, the rain cold against my skin. My cheek had gotten bruised thanks to the fall, and it hurt…

I couldn't think of anything else, aside the endless pain I felt in my chest, my hands coming to a close, scratching the ground hard, and nearly disfiguring my nails.

My clothes sucking up the dirty water the rain made, and my eyes clenching, tear pouring out as I let out silent sobs.

Thankfully, the rain subdued it, and thankfully… I won't have to ever face him anymore.

If he had tried harder... Would things have worked out?