Trinie’s Note: Sorry for the long wait.This has been translated up to the nextchapter,but  the copy was lost so..>.<

Sorry if it’s in plain English. I don’t really use deep English when translating.:)

ENJOY READING!!!

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Catherine was walking to her room. Her party had just finished and she had great fun. She had not seen her dad after the dance and she thought he already went home to have a rest from a day of work. He was not used of attending parties, to add with.

Cathy felt tired but she thought she would surely sleep with smile in her lips.She thought.

When she got to her room, she was surprised that the door was already opened although the light was not on.

“You’re home…”a familiar voice made her heart thump. She quickly d for the switch and turned the light on.

“D-daddy,” she muttered when she noticed who it was. He was standing at the other side of the door. “D-dad, you’re drunk.” She stammeringly said. She could smell the wine on her father’s breathing. For a sudden, she felt fear toward him.

“Noh…jusht tipsy.” He answered in drunk voice. He then shut the door and motioned closer to her. She trembled. She moved her feet backward. She wanted to run but he clinched his two arms at the wall to block her. They were only breath away.

She stared at her father in fright. Her heart was beating so fast.

She didn’t have an idea why he was acting like that.

Her father placed his index finger on her lower lip. He then grinned zanily.

“What a lucky guy.” He pertained to her boyfriend.

“D-dad you’re drunk.” She mumbled again. Water flooded her eyes because of fear.

“I’m not!” he shouted. It was the first for Catherine. He grew with a calm and sweet dad and now he was looking at her as though he was dreadful. She gulped in terror. “Just…” he leaned his face closer to her. “…tipsy.”

Catherine’s eyes widened and she took a hoarse breathe. Her dad almost kissed her!

“D-dad…please…l-let me go.” She begged in tears. Her voice was cracked, her body was shaking and her face was begging to end that conversation.

Wesley then stopped and gazed at her as though he went back to his senses.

“Cathy…” he whispered.

She remained silent but her tears continued to flow.

He took a deep sigh and freed her.

“Sorry.” He said. He covered his face with his hands.

“I-it’s okay dad. Y-you’re…you’re just drunk.” She gulped again. She was hoping for him to leave her room.

He shook his head in confusion. He then moved a step backward and punched the wall. Blood from his bleeding hand dropped on her shoulder.

She wanted to screech but her voice seemed to leave because of fear. She took a deep frightened sigh instead.

Wesley brushed his hair with his hands. He looked so confused of what he had just done.

“D-daddy…” at last, she had the courage to speak.

“S-sorry, Cathy. I’m just…” he breathed deeply. “I’m just drunk.”

There was a moment of silence. Catherine wanted to speak but there was the fear of what he might do once she speak. She didn’t know why he was doing those things or why he had drown himself in wine. He had never wanted her to see him drunk. But why now?

He moved backward. He then stormed out of the room without saying a word.

She was left baffled. Did he really drink that much that he acted like that?

For a moment, she found it hard to move and her knees were still shaking when she walked to her bed. She sat at the side of her bed. Her eyes were captured by the two picture frames on the side table. One was her picture on a swing and his father at her back. The other one was her mother’s face- the only remaining picture she knew. For unknown reason, her grandfather burned all her mother’s memories. Perhaps to be able to cope with her mother's lost.

She felt warm liquid covering her eyes while gazing at the pictures. “Why dad? Why are you doing this?” she wanted an answer but she couldn’t have it.

Few minutes later, she laid herself on bed, closed her eyes and tried to digest things that have happened. But she failed, so she started to cry again until she fell asleep numbly.

Catherine’s eyes were chinky when she woke next morning. She felt pain and she wanted to think that last night was just a fairytale that turned into nightmare. But she knew she would be dumb to think such a thing again.

She found herself gawping at the ceiling. A moment later, she felt her eyes bursting in tears. Again.

“Daddy,” she whispered  bitterly. She was still puzzled by the reason of his acts last night.

She stared at the ceiling for few minutes more before she decided to leave her room.

She went to the Flower Garden aback their mansion. She used to go there to get peace. She enjoyed lingering her eyes upon the flowers that dance with the calming morning breeze, and she loved smelling their fresh scents. She hoped that going there, her counfusion would be eased.

She picked a rosebud and smelled it while touching it.

“Catherine…” there was a baritone voice that called her named from behind. She felt nervous.

It was Wesley Smith, her dad. For a reason so vague to her, he was the last person she would want to see that day.

“May we talk?” he asked in low voice.