The more he spoke, the more agitated he became. He violently twisted the doorknob and began kicking and banging on my bedroom door like mad. I was so terrified that I didn’t dare to move.
I tried to call my mom in fear, but her phone kept saying: “The number you dialed is unavailable.”
The next second, Dad forcibly broke open the door.
Just moments before, I had hidden the diary. I watched as Dad stormed in with a ferocious expression, scanning my room in anger.
“Where is he? Where is he!”
“Evelyn, where did you hide that filthy man?”
I didn’t even dare to breathe, only cried in silence.
“I... I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dad. There’s no one here. I was just taking a nap.”
“You need to lock the door to nap?”
Dad shot me a cold look and said, “Next time, don’t lock the door again, understand!”
Curled up, I nodded and agreed. Dad suddenly smiled and reached out to pat my head.
“Good girl. That’s my sweet Evelyn.”
As he touched my head, I caught that foul smell again.
Dad was no longer Dad. And whether Mom was still Mom… I didn’t know either.
Everything had become mysterious and confusing.