C4 His Cousin

ALINA'S POV:

I can't believe this! I just can't!

"No, No I can't just believe this is true! How can I??!"

At this point, everything is irrelevant, I'm wide awake and hysterically sobbing. I don't know what I should believe.

How should I believe that my father is alive when I was told he was dead 5 years ago. How can I just think he is not dead after 5 whole years!!

"I know you don't, I just wanted to let you know" Arthur stated

"Just go! I can't deal with any of this right now, leave me alone, please!" I told him

"You Sure?" He asked

"Yes, Leave me alone. Go!" I screamed at him

After he finished staring at me while I was breaking down, He left. I feel lonely now, like someone who needs reassurance on something, but definitely not from the man or his family.

I still don't know if he is lying or telling the truth. For all I know, he could have been doing this only to get a reaction out of me, that's what they do, I wouldn't be surprised if it turns out to be the case.

Even though I am quite determined he's a lying scum with no proof or evidence my father is still alive, what if he is telling the truth. I have asked myself this so many times, and I never got an answer.

I wish I did, things would be a little easier to understand if my question was answered. I can't believe him just so soon, but I can't not think about if he actually is alive.

It's a 50 percent chance he is alive, and a 50 percent chance he isn't.

'Okay, we're back to square one. Well actually, we are still at square one since we never left' My subconsciousness told me.

With this new surprising, unsure, and confusing information from a guy I would least expect to meet, I fed Abbie, and went to my bedroom.

I didn't eat dinner tonight, you can say I ate a lot for lunch, and even if I was a little hungry, I lost my appetite the moment I heard about my father.

A lot of things awakened inside me, thinking about seeing my father again, but I am also unsure about the situation I am in.

Something about all of this doesn't feel right, it feels absolutely weird and I don't know why I am working myself up so much over this one thing.

You can't blame me for acting like a crazy person, I love my dad and miss him so much, but I don't want to work myself over all this.

I am too young to stress so much, and I am sure that I have spent most of my life worried and stressed, the last thing I need is to be more worked up than I was, or am now.

It was already 12 and my mind was still going crazy. I lost so much sleep, and regardless of how I feel, I can't call in sick. I have done that too many times since I've started working for Mr. Black.

He needs someone that he can count on to be there when he needs them, and I am his assistant. Whether I like it or not, I need to be there.

That's what my job is, that's what I get paid for, to be there and take care of everything he asks of me. If I continue to burden people with my problems, and use them as an excuse, it might affect my work, and I don't want my boss to think I am not capable of my job and fire me.

With all the stress I am under, I need a break, but I know I won't get one any time soon. I should get some rest, even if I don't want to sleep, I know I should, for the sake of my health, so I can wake up in the morning for work tomorrow.

Maybe tomorrow will be a bit better, I pray that things don't get worse, everything is so messed up in my life, I don't know how I will survive if I continue to be under all of this.

With a heavy heart and mind, I tried my best to think about a good time In my life when I was happy, when things were great and easy for me, and forced myself to sleep.