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"How are you her father?" His voice was cold and uncompromising.
"How can you be her father?" This time around, pain filled his voice.
"I'm so sorry. Please, do not hate my daughter...for all this. It's not her fault that she has a...barbarian for a father. Don't hate her please, Wolfaraine. She has been through a lot." Tears filled Alfred's eyes.
Ismena hurried towards him then, placing a comforting hand on his bandaged head. She hated that her father was hurting. At that moment, she glared at Wolfaraine for what he was putting her father—her family, through.
"Leave my father alone. Stop hurting him." She stated firmly, her voice dripping icicles. At that moment, she hated him for what he was putting her sick father through.
"No, Ismena, please..." Alfred intervened, "I deserve his hatred and more... I deserve everything."
"Whatever you did, he should not be putting you through this when you just had an accident." She cried out, throwing another glare at him.
Wolfaraine saw that hate and his face closed up. His hands fisted on his sides, as he glared at her father, "I thought you died that day in the Lab. I thought you burned to ashes like the rest of them. How are you still alive?" He gritted his teeth, "How can you, Dr. Hector, be her father?"
"The Lab...?" Ismena froze. She looked at her father, "Who is Dr. Hector. What's the Lab...!?"
"Your father used to be a doctor years ago, Ena," Her mother supplied helpfully, still as confused as her daughters, "He lost his job when the lab he was working burnt to the ground. That was before we moved here to Oklahoma."
"What!?"
"You never told your family the truth, did you?" Wolfaraine accused. He ran his tongue through his teeth, "You never told them the kind of monster you are? The kind of monster they call 'husband' and 'father'?"
Alfred shook his head slowly, tears running down his eyes, "No, I never did. It has...lived with me all these years. But, I think it's high time to tell them."
And so, he did.
He told them everything.
How he began working for the labs without having the knowledge about what they did there, and how they threatened to kill him when he found out and tried to leave. They kill anyone that leaves in order to cover up their secrets.
He went ahead to tell them how he was forced to follow every order given by doctor Angor. How they tortured the werewolves, kept them drugged at all times, and forced them to sleep with the females in the hope that any of those women will get pregnant, so the child can be used as a full-process experiment in the hope to know everything about the changelings; how they grow, what they fear, what can kill them, how to manipulate them and the rest of their secrets.
Alfred explained how bad he felt about everything, especially when the changelings began dying and Angor became more desperate, more brutal. How Angor forced him to inject Wolfaraine and bring his drugged underaged sister in, for him to sleep with.
Then, he began telling them about the little girl who was always sneaking into the underground of the labs to tell stories to the prisoners, how they all listened attentively to the girl and how Angor discovered it. How the monster decided to throw the child in for 'Number 6' to copulate with.
His eyes closed, so he wouldn't see them as he narrated how Ismena got pregnant, how she was dying in that lab every day while her poor mother was drowning in the sorrow of looking for her only child. When he couldn't take it anymore, he helped the changelings escape.
He told them how he took Ismena down the road to be discovered and taken to the hospital. How she lost her womb because of her traumatic experience. He confessed about how she died in that hospital and how he saved her life by injecting her with Wolfariane’s blood. How they changed their names after he married Amelia and they moved to Oklahoma to start a fresh life.
He told them everything without leaving any details out. By the time he was done, he was exhausted. Physically and emotionally.
"I'm so sorry about everything. So, so sorry. Please, forgive me." Alfred cried bitterly.
CHAPTER38. SUFFERING. PAIN. AGONY.
After Alfred was done sharing his confession, he finally raised his head and looked around the room.
Amelia was openly bawling her eyes out. Valentina was hugging her tight, trying to console her mother while tears ran freely from her own eyes. The poor girl looked so hurt...so betrayed, by her father who was supposed to be her hero.
"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God..." Ismena's mother couldn't stop crying. The sound of her sobs was heartbreaking to her. The painful memories of the past and everything her daughter went through were reflected in her wet, red eyes.
Ismena felt...numb.
She was staring ahead but she couldn't see anything. Her ears were open, but she couldn't hear anything.
She sat there, like blank porcelain, while her father's confessions recapped in her mind. His words replayed over and over and over again.
