All the blood in my face drains. I don't know how to react. I don't know how to feel, now that I'm going to see my Biological Father which I wanted to kill five months ago. Let alone I thought he was responsible for the death of my parents.
As we enter a grand black matte gate. The house is not I expected it to be, I'm expecting an old mansion with so many females inside wearing a lingering cloths. Inside the house, the wall is covered in white. And all the furnitures are black. This house is a modern style and very elegant. And the security outside is uniformed in black jacket and black jeans. Black, like his soul.
A group of men approaches us. They all have a guns. Behind them, A tall man walks in. He has dark hair, pale skin and ocean blue eyes. His eyes scanning the place, then landed on me. He smiles, a noble smile. I wonder if he knew I'm his daughter. Would he ran towards me and hug me like all the father does? This is your Father Rose, The man you wanted to kill five months ago, My subconscious said. I gaze at his face again, examining him. His nose is pretty similar with mine. His eyes, and mine, is like looking yourself at the mirror. Damn. I do really look like him! I feel like as if I've been slapped a hundred times right now. Why didn't I notice that before. What should I call him, perhaps Father? Or Dad?
"Father?" Says the voice behind me. I look where it came, Zayn walks passed me, approaching Peter. With a bemused look.
"Zayn?" Peter gasped. His eyes are lock with Zayn's. Zayn lounge at him, in a very touching way.