The Twisted Obsession-Chapter 293: Told her

Margaret’s steps echoed against the cracked pavement as she walked back towards the car parked in the shadows. The street was quiet, the only sound being the distant hum of city life, muffled by the thick night air. She clutched her coat tighter around her, the cold biting through the thin fabric, a stark reminder of the world she had been absent from for too long. The drugs had taken months to fully clear from her system, but the damage they’d done to her mind and body was evident in every pained movement, every hallucination that still sometimes flickered at the edge of her vision.

As she approached the car, the figure inside remained still, watching her every move. She knew he’d been there the whole time, his eyes never leaving her, or their daughter. Dominic had always been the shadow, the presence she could never fully escape, even after all these years. He had been the one to rescue her from that hellhole of a hospital, the one to bring her back from the brink of madness. But even now, with the drugs mostly out of her system, the madness still lingered, a dark, gnawing beast in the back of her mind.

Dominic’s face was tense as she opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. He looked older than she remembered, his once sharp features softened by time and guilt. But his eyes were still the same—piercing, haunted, and full of a desperation she knew all too well.

"How did it go?" Dominic asked, his voice low, barely above a whisper. The anxiety in his tone was unmistakable. He had been waiting for this moment for years, watching from the shadows as their daughter grew up without him. He had been too ashamed to approach her, too afraid she’d reject him for what he was—a former drug addict and an ex-convict.

Margaret nodded slowly, her movements deliberate as she turned to face him. "I met her," she replied, her voice hoarse, as though the words themselves were painful to utter.

Dominic’s eyes widened in surprise. "You did?" he asked, his tone a mix of disbelief and hope. "How did she take it?"

Margaret shook her head, a sigh escaping her lips as she leaned back against the seat. "Not well," she admitted. "She was shocked, confused. I could see the pain in her eyes. But she listened. That’s more than I expected."

Dominic remained silent, his mind racing with the possibilities. He had always dreamed of this moment, of reuniting with his daughter, but he had never expected it to happen like this. His heart ached at the thought of her hurt and confusion, but there was also a small, flickering hope that maybe, just maybe, she would come to accept him in time.

Margaret glanced at him, noting the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. "I told her about you," she added, her voice softening.

Dominic’s head snapped towards her, shock evident on his face. "You did?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. He had spent years avoiding this moment, fearing the consequences of revealing his identity. And now, it had been done for him, without his consent. The fear in his eyes was palpable, but so was the longing—the deep, unquenchable desire to be a part of his daughter’s life, no matter the cost.

Margaret nodded. "Yes. I told her who you are, and that you want to meet her."

For a moment, Dominic couldn’t speak. His heart pounded in his chest, the weight of her words sinking in. "And?" he finally managed to ask, his voice trembling with both hope and dread.

Margaret’s gaze dropped to her hands, which were clenched in her lap. "She said she needs time," she confessed. "She’s not ready to meet you yet."

The disappointment in Dominic’s eyes was immediate, but he quickly masked it with a curt nod. "I understand," he said, though his voice betrayed him, thick with emotion. "She’s been through a lot. I can wait. I’ve waited this long, haven’t I?"

Margaret sighed, reaching out to place a hand on his arm. "She will come around," she assured him, though she wasn’t entirely sure she believed it herself. "But Dominic, there’s something else."

He turned to look at her, his brow furrowing in concern. "What is it?"

Margaret’s expression hardened, her eyes narrowing with a determination that had been absent for far too long. "I need her help," she said firmly. "I need her to help me get my revenge."

Dominic’s eyes widened in shock, his mind struggling to process her words. "Revenge?" he echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Margaret, what are you talking about?"

Margaret’s grip tightened on his arm, her nails digging into his skin. "She’s my best chance, Dominic," she insisted, her voice rising with intensity. "I’ve lost everything—my life, my sanity, my daughter. They took it all from me, and I can’t let them get away with it."

Dominic stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew all too well the fire that burned within her, the relentless drive for vengeance that had consumed her since the day she was committed to that hospital. But he also knew that involving their daughter in this would only bring more pain, more suffering.

"Margaret, please," he begged, his voice desperate. "Don’t drag her into this. She’s been through enough. We both have."

Margaret’s eyes flashed with anger, her expression hardening. "She’s already involved, Dominic," she snapped. "She’s part of this whether she likes it or not. And so are you."

Dominic’s breath caught in his throat, his heart aching at the sight of the woman he had once loved—now twisted by pain and vengeance. He wanted to argue, to convince her to let go of her need for revenge, but he knew it was futile. Margaret was a force of nature, and nothing he said would change her mind.

Instead, he nodded, his expression resigned. "I’ll help you," he agreed, though the words tasted bitter in his mouth. "But promise me one thing, Margaret."

She raised an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing. "What?"

"Promise me you won’t destroy her in the process," he pleaded. "Promise me you’ll protect her."

Margaret’s expression softened, just for a moment, and she nodded. "I promise," she said, though the words felt hollow, even to her. She had no intention of protecting anyone, not anymore. Not when there was so much at stake.

Dominic knew that, deep down. But he allowed himself to believe her, if only for a moment. Because the alternative—the thought of losing their daughter to the same darkness that had consumed them—was too much to bear.

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