Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 55

When my father left me the message with his address I knew it was time.

It has been a long time since I have sat in the same room as my father.

Today as I take the car up to the fiftieth floor, his penthouse suite in Washington DC, I know I am done hiding and he is done waiting.

Doors open, with a familiar painting greeting me as I enter the passageway.

The red and blue splashes, twirled around a half-naked form remind me of the man I left a few hours ago.

Charcoal walls run through the house as I walk down the passageway and turn right into my father's office space.

I knock on the closed white door.

“Come in Kylie,” His voice takes me off-kilter, it has been so long.

I have always had a close relationship with my father until I had something to hide.

That was almost three years ago.

“Papa, you wanted to see me.”

My father sits behind his black desk. The room isn't that big.

Filled with pictures of us his children, is a long black glass set of shelves on the left, as high as the roof, down to the carpeted floor.

Everything else is hidden behind a closed cupboard that is stationed next to a door that leads to the bathroom.

His dark eyes and sharp features so much like my own stare at me as I look around the familiar room.

The old leather sitter still taking residence by the wall facing out the window. We used to sit on that couch watching the lights of Washington DC, it is one of the best views of the white house.

My father and I would sit on that couch, making up stories, guessing what they were doing inside of the white house, laughing when I started talking about the president actually been an alien, but that was so long ago.

The thought tugs at my heartstrings reminding me of my fall, of my new life.

How could life tumble in turfs that are unraveling to the human mind?

How could I succumb to this latitude of proportions that take me to this darkness?

It's breaking me.