"He bore a sickly resemblance to Henry Fonda."
said he. His newly blossomed stubble gave him confidence as he calmly lit a cigarette and effortlessly took a meaningless puff of smoke. In one violent jab Raúl threw the cigarette on the glittering, wet floor.
"Darn it, Joann. Why do you want to meet your real parents, huh? Haven't I been good to ya? We don't need any drunk - "
"My father was a drunk?" Joann's face now flooded with tears, the air contaminated with a deadly radiation.
Noticing his mistake, Raúl took a step forward, "No, no, that's not what I --" there was a sudden tenderness to his voice. "It's just we don't need anyone else. Can't you see?" Raul impulsively reached for Joann's hand. "Everything is perfect the way it is right now; the way it's always been. Looking for someone you will never find will only bring you grief. I just want to protect you. The way I always have. The way I always will."
Raul's attempts to evade the inevitable was in vain, Joann was already drifting away; their relationship crumbling. The intensity of his protective stare constantly increased in pressure. She tried to fight for control within herself but could hold no longer. Shifting uncomfortably, Joann slowly took her hand away from Raul's. Avoiding to meet those hazardous eyes, she turned around awkwardly and began to walk away. The world seemed to orbit around an ever moving object. All noise was absent. Only a dull soundtrack of Raul begging Joan to return but not running after her drifted smoothly and aimlessly in the distance. But none of that mattered because the only true subject of importance that fueled the mindless meander of Joann is the undeniable truth that Raul was lying. The only phrase endlessly repeating in Joann's psychotic mind was: you have never taken care of me. And you are not my father.
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