Searching for an Empty Truth

SEARCH FOR AN EMPTY TRUTH

Anelki paused in the entrance to the hotel. This would be the first time they would meet in almost ten years. She patted down her skirt and brushed back the strands of hair that fell out of line. Doing these procedures made no difference in her appearance, she still glimmered and glamour in beauty and neatness. Seeing her father after all these years was truly overwhelming. After leaving mother and giving the re-assuring "I'll be back" to her gave a spectrum of hope in her heart that he would return to be the father.

Mother didn't shed a tear when he walked out. The truth and fact was that she couldn't wait for him to leave! Now after 10 years she beginning to hear the halve and quarter truths behind it all. Hearing mother's side of the story was upsetting and quite frankly disgusting. It was unbelievable to her. She thought as her father as a hero, a magical king that could save the kingdom. Thinking that she held purity in the palm of her hands and making bold claims to the world, her past was unknown to her. It was something that father had attempted to sexually abuse sexually abusing someone or something.
"It would have been pointless almost detrimental to her mental state of mind for mother to tell her this until you were twenty one, old enough to understand." she said as she continued to explain.
Anelki blocked out the thought, she wanted to hear none of this. She probably thought mother was lying to her. After all, mother didn't like father. Almost immediately as father left, mother practically burnt everything concerning him like an obsessed arsonist. Mother almost burnt her in the process. Matter-a-factly, mother even burned her, when she was five on her arm in the kitchen that left a childhood scar to date. When people had said that Anelki had her father face, mother had shrug in disgust. Anelki stood at the entrance of the door that her father stayed in for the weekend and hesitated to knock. She had confirmed mentally that her family was messed up and dysfunctional. She wanted someone to tell her the real truth, and she had hoped that her father that "attempted rapist of something or someone" would be that magical king in her magical kingdom.

She was searching for love, family love and not even her other relative could make that available to her. They all had different stories about her father, every and any time she asked.
She didn't bother to knock, instead, she opened boldly and then grasp for breath at the sight.

It was mother in tears with a dripping red knife.