HYBRID TYGER 33
Emily Gordon
When I was little, I think I was seven at the time, my father told me what happened to my mother. She was gone as soon as her stay ended after giving birth to me. Only then did I understand why he always threw me out of the house and forced me to ask for shelter at the neighbors' house so that maybe someone would feel sorry for me and take me in.
Because I was, still am, I think, so much like her physically that it disturbed him and he hated me for the mere fact that I remembered the woman who made him suffer. My father was forced to take care of a child he hated, he kept me until I could get the words right to ask someone to adopt me.
It took me a while to learn to speak, perhaps as a divine punishment for him and consequently I suffered too. He terrified me with the thunder I'm so afraid of, I wasn't an easy child, but what child is?
When I turned ten, our new neighbor was enchanted by me and started to take care of me as if I were her daughter. Those were the happiest years of my life with her, she loved me like a true mother, taught me everything I know, put me through school and helped me get my first job when I was old enough.
When she died, part of me died too.
But my father seems willing to make me hell until the end of my days, he is now behind a glass wall in front of me, pretending to be a victim and placing a guilt on me that I never had.
The touchy subject that Stone, one of the Hybrid Council members wanted to talk to me about at the behest of their leader Jack, was that they had captured my father and he wanted to talk to me because he somehow knew I was here.
He shouted from the rooftops that he gave the interview to the newspaper because I was his daughter and he was doing it for me because he was worried. Liar.
Tyger grunts irritably when we look through the glass and see my dad tied to a chair. He recognized him from the news when he was accusing the Hybrids of capturing me to feed the animals.
“While we were interrogating those two terrorists who broke into the domain, all the information they gave was taken to him, Carl Gordon. - Stone speaks looking directly at Tyger.
My heart aches knowing that my father was behind an attack against the Hybrids, my people now.
— He is involved with one of the hate groups, from what seems to me he is one of the leaders of some group that has the objective of tarnishing our image before the society that supports us.
“Take her outside. Tyger commands, looking at another hybrid male who has escorted us into the small room.
“No, Tyger. He wants to talk to me, maybe confess and tell if he has more plans against you. - I impose.
"He will torment you." I will make him confess! “I want to kill him for hurting you.” Tyger snarls angrily.
“Maybe I'm a bad person for not wanting to know where he's going to go. He did me a lot of harm but he's my father, my blood, and it can still hurt me to know. I just need to confront him one last time. Please, I can. - I hold his hand looking into his eyes.
I blink softly and lift my hand to caress his strained face.
"You know I do anything for you when you look at me like that." Are you sure about that?
- Yes, I have.
"I'll go in with you, I promise not to interrupt unless he upsets your feelings."
"Okay, you don't have to worry so much. I'm strong, I've been through a lot.
“I know you're strong, Emily. But I feel compelled to avoid any displeasure for you. Any second you want to leave, just say the word.
I nod and hold onto his hand so tightly that it almost crushes mine the moment we enter the room. There are surveillance cameras and bugs for all hybrid leaders to be aware of what is happening and to record the confession or the barbarities that my father is sure to say.
The man sitting there should be one of the most important people in my life, but right now I just see him for the criminal he is.
“You haven't been fed to a wild animal after all. is the first thing he says when he sees me holding hands with Tyger.
“This has never happened and never will with any human being, animals vomit their flesh. I say with disdain.
"But you've become an animal lover, haven't you?"
Tyger's hand tightens on mine and I hear him vibrate low.
“Tyger is not an animal, he is a person, I love him with everything I am and we are getting married. He loved me when no one but my adoptive mother did, he treated me so well that I thought I didn't deserve such treatment, he did for me in a few days what you never did in my entire life, he is everything to me and you is harming his people with his false accusations, I demand that he record a video denying it right now.
