The past had always been a fuzzy topic for her but she at least knew.
The man in front is not her father.
One day, she woke up in an unfamiliar room. It was cheerful and kid-ish enough, she concluded it was a child's.
Then, the man came. He looks somewhat fancy with his fancy neat clothes and slick black hair to match. He has a pair of beautiful green eyes, she was caught staring as the man chuckled amusingly.
The man crouches down to her eye-level and slowly introduced himself.
His name was Dwayne. Her father.
The whole sentence feels so wrong. You're lying. The words she wanted to point out but held back because it burns. Her whole mouth feels like it was in flames yet her voice won't come out. Not one squeak.
Instead, she nods unsurely making the man beam and the sensation finally melts away.
Dwayne -not her father. Began to explain, her name was Amanda. She already wants to hurl with it tasting sickening sweet. There was an accident and she had a concussion. He told her he needed to run some test to make sure she's fine so she agrees. Anything to get away from that burning feeling.
Her days would start with him visiting her. They would talk and played. Sometimes he even gave her gifts range from sweets to dresses to books. There were times his visits last for an hour, some until her bedtime. He would then read her a bedtime story and wishes her goodnight. It was sweet that's why she decided to call him 'Papa'.
He will never be her father but he would forever be her Papa. As the same, she would never be his daughter but will always be his Amanda.
Amanda tossed and turns before giving up sleeping. Something at the back of her head just keeps bugging her to be awake.
As if answering her untold question, her steel door suddenly came down with a bang. Three boys appeared on top, two looks at her with widening eyes while last merely smirk all knowingly. His clothes were also stained with red unlike the previous two.
Amanda didn't screams nor shy away from the situation. She only blinks and shifted from her position to get a better view of them. Chains rattled as she lazily drawls, "Question. Are you supposed to be my long lost brothers?"