Page 49 of The Diávolos: Part Two
“I must go soon, but I have some time for you,” mybabareplies.
“Um, I was doing some research aboutMama,and I found some information about something called the Sisterhood—”
In a flash, my father cuts off my speech and barks through the phone.
“Why are you meddling in things that don’t pertain to you, Angelica?”
My heartbeat jumps, startled by his unexpected anger. I knew he wouldn’t react well to me bringing up my mother and the Sisterhood, but I can’t sugarcoat it anymore.
A palpable tension hangs in the silence after his outburst.
“I-I’m just trying to get answers,baba.Mama’s been dead for almost seventeen years, and I still don’t know the full story.”
“There’s nothing more for you to know. We met, fell in love, had you, and she died. You must move on,” he snaps through the phone.
Tears start to pool in my eyes. “How could you be so heartless? She’s mymother.”
“Like you said, she’s been dead for seventeen years. She hasn’t been your mother in a long time.”
His words cut through me like a dagger to my heart. “I need to know the truth,” I murmur.
“There’s no other truth to be told, Angelica. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m late. I’ll see you tomorrow,”babasays right before hanging up.
I stand in my room speechless, reeling from my father’s brutality.
My ploy is already not going well.
I sink to the floor and let out a shaky breath, the dam holding back my emotions beginning to crack. The first tear escapes, tracing a lonely path down my cheek. The ache in my chest is both physical and emotional, but the physical discomfort is nothing compared to the storm raging within me.
What the fuck was I thinking? That my father would magically give me all the answers I’ve been looking for? I’m so stupid.
Overwhelmed with sadness and anger, I let each of my sobs echo through my bedroom, a desperate plea for release from the suffocating grip of despair.
When I’m done crying, I wipe the tears off my face and debate the main issue at hand: where to stay in Cebrene. Staying at my old house is definitely out of the question now.
The only other option is to move in with Evander, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet, even though we’ll be getting married.
As if reading my mind, my phone vibrates with a text from the devil himself.
Evan: I’ll pick you up at 10 tomorrow.
Me: Okay.
Evan: Do you feel better after seeing your friends?
How does he even know they were here? Then again, it’s Evander I’m talking to. Why am I surprised?
Me: Are you watching me?
Evan: When am I not?
I let out an incredulous laugh. Is he kidding me right now? I look around my room for any cameras, but I can’t spot any. He’s hidden them well.
I should’ve known that he has cameras all over my apartment. This isn’t our first rodeo. But I chose to turn a blind eye. I thought if I ignored him and his presence, I could disregard my feelings for him. It’s all a lie.
Evan: Don’t break your neck. You won’t find what you’re looking for.
Me: This is a huge invasion of privacy, Evan!!! Where are the cameras?
