Chapter 3 [Part 1]
“So?” I demanded from my Dad the next day with my arms folded across my chest. I can’t wait to hear his excuse for forcing me to marry a hot creep. “Why are you forcing me to marry the millionaire’s son?”
“Well........” I urged when Dad didn’t say a word as he sipped his coffee. I can’t stand the taste of coffee, it is so bitter even when you add something sweet to it like cream or chocolate. I don’t understand how some people can love it and drink it every day.
“I’m doing it for your own good Sienna,” Dad replied after he had swallowed a few more sips of coffee. I shuddered as I watched on waiting for him to give me an explanation for his actions. “I want you to be looked after when I am gone from this world,”
What kind of answer is that?
“Dad you are only 49, there is no hurry for me to marry. You have got years left to live,” I shook my head at my Dad’s lies. I really thought he was going to tell me the truth but I thought wrong.
“That’s just it Sienna, I don’t have years left to live. I’ve got cancer,” Dad said shakily.
“You’ve got what?”
“I’ve got cancer,”
“I don’t believe you, you just want me to get married so you’re making this up to get your way but I’m sorry, I won’t be forced to marry anyone,” I shook my head in disbelief. I can’t believe Dad is lying to me again. He promised to tell me the truth but he clearly isn’t. He’s just fobbing me off with another excuse.
“It’s the truth Sienna,” Dad insisted. “I’m dying,”
“Lies, lies and more lies,” I refused to listen to lies.
“If you don’t believe me, you can attend my doctor’s appointment today,” Dad said after sighing. “We’d better leave now, my appointment is at 11,”
Dad glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Fine, let’s go,” I quickly agreed. I wonder what more lies Dad is going to come up with next. I don’t understand why he is lying to me when he has made it perfectly clear he is forcing me to marry Jack.
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We arrived at the Doctor’s clinic half an hour later and we only had to wait 5 minutes before Dad was called in to be seen.
“Hello again Sid,” the greying male Doctor greeted Dad as we took as seat inside the room. “And who is this?”
The Doctor looked at me expectantly.
“I’m his daughter,” I replied.
“Nice to meet you.
Thanks for coming in Sid. There isn’t anything new we need to discuss. As we know, we cannot offer you any treatment for your cancer but we can offer you pain relief to make the rest of your life manageable unless you don’t want that and would like to-”
“You were telling the truth, you’ve got cancer,” I accused Dad as I stood up then turned to the Doctor. “You are sure, he has cancer?”
“Yes, your father has a very advanced form of lung cancer. I am sorry,” the doctor confirmed and that’s when the room began to spin. I forgot all about the forced marriage, all I could think was My Dad has cancer, my dad has cancer. He’s going to die.
I began to panic and it wasn’t long before I felt myself falling and being consumed by darkness.