Chapter Twenty-Seven.
Tyler's POV:
Alaynah brings her head back up so it's now facing me, she raises an eyebrow.
"Well that's just depressing now ain't it son?" The voice, deeper than my father's. It couldn't be.
I turn around to face the voice.
"Why are you so scared to show your face to me then huh? You scared that if I know it's you then i'll hate you? You think that as long as you have a slightly deeper voice and don't show yourself to me then I won't think it's you? Well I believe Alyanah. Over anyone." I show a weak smile as I face back toward my gorgeous girlfriend, a huge grin on her face.
No response.
"You heard me. Now answer me! Why are you so fucking scared? You're supposed to be my father, lead by example, help me when i'm down and in a rut, pull me into the light when i'm in the dark. You're supposed to be my idol, the someone I want to have been like when I'm older. Not the self centred, prick, non helping, non caring,
selfish cunt that you are! So fucking show some dignity!" I take a deep breath as that was a lot to get out.
It's been on my mind for months, maybe years. I just needed the right time to tell him how I feel I guess.
"You're right." The voice soothing. Now, now it sounds like my father.