Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 158: Chap-158*Bad Father*

Cynthia Dion:

"Tell me, what did he do to you?" Atticus released the hug and gently cradled my face in his hands. Thea immediately withdrew, concealing herself within me to avoid being seen by him.

"He wa---s ummm-," now that I was back in control of my body, I struggled to find the right words, "I just need some time alone." I pulled away and stood up, heading back to my room. I didn't pick up the pace. I might know a thing or two about acting, but Gosh! Thea really caught me off guard today.

After a few minutes of solitude in my room, I noticed Atticus returning and flopping down on the couch.

"I just–I just feel like I owe you an apology for leaving you out there," he said, his face gazing at the ceiling, his neck stretched back as he reclined on the couch.

"It's not your fault. You can't always stand up for me. I just wish you understood how crucial it is for me to return home now," Since that's what I realized last night, I requested that he take me back.

"Alright, get ready; we're heading out," he sprang to his feet and shook his head to tousle his hair. That was unexpected. Why did I assume he wouldn't support my decision?

I do tend to put my hopes in him quite quickly, don't I?

He packed my bags, including all my belongings from Mr. Holt's room. I remained in my room, engulfed in an awkward silence. But deep down, I harbored a desire to witness the tears of these people before departing.

'That despicable man should face all sorts of consequences until his dick is no longer attached to his body and his balls--,' Thea suddenly blurted out. I had to silence her before she painted a disturbing image in my mind.

'Thea! Enough,' I rolled my eyes, feeling a wave of nausea.

'Why should I stop? He doesn't deserve to live,' she gritted her teeth in anger. 'I'm upset with you as well. Why are you leaving? You should stay and make their lives miserable,' she suggested, and I took a deep breath to quell my rising anger.

'So do you. Why didn't you show up earlier to help me?' I countered, exposing her hypocrisy. 'Well, whatever you're thinking won't happen. I'm leaving for now; you've seen my condition. I believe departing is the best choice for us,' I wasn't about to sacrifice my chance of getting pregnant again for these people.

'Fine, once we've healed, the real fun will commence,' she giggled, sending a shiver down my spine. I didn't know what was wrong with her, but she sure sounded incredibly sinister at that moment.

I spent a few more minutes in Atticus's room while I waited for him to finish packing and retrieve my belongings from Mr. Holt's room. No one had dared to approach my room after Thea's dramatic performance.

I walked out of my room with Atticus carrying my bags. Maleeka and Mara were waiting in the driveway to bid us farewell.

They wore expressions of pride on their faces, clearly pleased that I was leaving their mansion for good this time. I was relieved I didn't have to encounter Mr. Holt, as his presence served as a painful reminder of everything I had endured in this mansion.

But, I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy at the prospect of finally meeting my sister. It had been such a long time since I last saw her, and I had started to worry. I wondered if she would be upset with me, perhaps thinking I was the reason for the breakdown in my relationship with Mr. Holt.

I stayed calm and settled into the passenger seat. "Whose bags were those?" I recalled him loading additional bags into the car, which I knew didn't contain my belongings. They included a laptop bag and more.

"Those were my bags," Atticus spoke calmly as he began driving down an open road.

"Your bags? Where are you headed?" I had a hunch, but I needed confirmation from him.

"To your home. You'll need someone with you all the time," he replied so nonchalantly that I momentarily struggled to find the right words.

"Thank you for your concern, but I don't need you shadowing me," I managed to respond, declining his offer. The thought of having him in my home was too much to bear. I appreciated his care over the past few days, but that didn't mean I was ready to forgive him anytime soon. The things he had done to me were unforgivable.

"Atticus! I told you I don't want you to come with me," I muttered, this time with a touch of aggression, because he seemed utterly unresponsive, driving as though my words meant nothing.

"Fine. You can stay silent now, but don't be surprised when I don't allow you to set foot in my home," I muttered angrily under my breath, grunting at him. Yet once again, he seemed to pay me no more attention than if I were a distant humming bee.

"Ugh!" I grunted in frustration and fixed my gaze on the road. He continued to ignore me, resolutely steering us back home. Throughout the journey, I couldn't help but emit a disgruntled sound every few minutes to make it clear I was thoroughly annoyed with him.

As we approached the house where I had spent so many years and left my sister behind, a wave of emotions washed over me. A smile slowly crept across my lips at the thought of reuniting with her.

Atticus stepped out of the car, picked up my bags, and headed inside. Just as he did, my father rushed out of the house, curious about the presence of a big, expensive car parked in front of his home. His gaze fixed on me, and despite my numerous objections to my father's actions, I felt a glimmer of relief. However, the faint smile forming on my lips disappeared when disgust contorted my father's face.

"What are you doing here? Why have you returned?" He nearly lunged at me, causing me to flinch and step back until Atticus positioned himself between us.