Demons Past

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Six Months Later

I sat in my office filing away the papers for the day. It’s been six months since the incident with Adam and Cassie, or should I say Margret? Anyways, fingerprints and dental records did show Margret to be Cassie. All the shrinks say it’s very common for a kidnapped victim to become brainwashed to think their captors are good people. In some cases they have come across the victim, like Cassie, actually fell in love and would die protecting their captor. Stockholm syndrome was what they said. I’ve been talking to a therapist steadily since the incident. First it was a mandatory thing, they were scared I would hurt myself do to the circumstances, and then I actually liked talking to someone. My therapist actually helped me sort out my feelings for Shane. It’s only been two months since we’ve officially become a “couple”, but things haven’t changed between us really. Isn’t a good partner your best friend? I think we will work out just fine. A knock interrupted my train of thought “hold on, let me get the door” I said. I opened the door and looked up. My breath stopped and my jaw dropped. Standing in my door was a clean shaven image of my father.

“May I come in Katsia?” he said.

I hadn’t talked to my dad in almost six months. After the official funeral for Cassie, when my father didn’t show, I tracked him down. I found him in a halfway house drunk off his ass. I had Shane throw him into the drunk tank then call me when he was sober enough to leave. I was called the next morning and I put him in a room and told him all of it. I told him what a piece of shit father he was and I laid into him hard about how he was so slobbering drunk he couldn’t even make it to his own daughter’s funeral. I then walked out on him and never looked back. Now he was standing in my doorway clean and sober.

“Uh…sure, have a seat. I’m meeting Shane for dinner so I don’t have a lot of time though” I said.

“I’ll be brief Katsia. I just wanted to say I was sorry, for everything. I know just an apology won't make up for all the years of abuse, neglect and pain I put you through. I just wanted you to know that I have been clean and sober for four months now and I plan on staying that way” he said and looked down and back up at me.

I couldn’t believe it, he had genuine tears in his eyes.

“I know I have a long way to go to earn a place back in your life, but I was hoping you would try. I want to know my daughter. I want to know the woman she has become. Please, won’t you give your old man another chance?” he asked. I watched him for a moment, chewing on my lip. I sighed and wrapped him in a big hug.

“Of course I’ll give you a second chance dad. It will take some time, but we will make it.” I said “but I have to lock up and run, Shane is waiting for me” I said hurriedly. I scribbled down my phone number and my address.“Call me tomorrow and we will set up breakfast ok?” I said.

“Alright” he said.

I walked him to the door and I was saying my goodbyes when my phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Katsia? It’s Mia! I’m in trouble, please help. Come to my shop and I’ll explain everything.”

I heard the dial tone before I had the chance to do anything. I immediately dialed Shane.

“Hey Kat! On your way?”

“Not quite...Sorry Shane but we’ll need to postpone our date, can you meet me at Mia’s shop?”

“Sure is everything ok?”

“I have no idea.”

I hung up and headed out the door locking it behind me.

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