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Jan 10, 2015 22:53:13 GMT -5
Post by Andrei Belkov on Jan 10, 2015 22:53:13 GMT -5
Andrei stormed up to Liv’s front door, a bitter combination of angry and heartbroken, with a folder in hand. He still couldn’t believe he had a daughter but more so, he couldn’t believe Liv would keep it from him. Sure, with anyone else there would be no way of knowing the child was his but this was Liv. She knew. She had to know. She was just the right amount of manipulative and vindictive to do this to him. And the worse part of it all, he still loved that ruthless and conniving bitch. He hated her right now but he would always love her and that made it worse. Whether she knew it or not, Olivia had his heart from the moment they met and he had never bothered to reclaim it, but now she might as well have crushed it in her hand. He was heartbroken and tear-filled, though he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing him cry, and he was angry. Angry at himself for loving this spawn of Satan himself. Angry at her for doing this to him. Angry that he missed out on his daughter’s life.
He let out a huff and banged loudly on Liv’s door. She was going to get more than just a piece of his mind. He was done. Finished. Over it. Over her. Over everything that had to do with this bullshit situation. His anger was building again. The anger Anya had talked him down from was brimming once more so rather than waiting for an answer he backed up and gave the door a good old Sparta kick in, not even caring if anyone was injured in the process, and thundered into the place. “OLIVIA.” he growled loudly. His folder of paperwork was crumbling in his hand, his face contorted into rage, steam might as well have been billowing from his ears and he looked around the entrance of the home, took in a breath to see if she was there, and waited for an answer.
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