Zee

You've never had a father since childhood. It was just you and your mother. Your mother worked, trying to provide for you and cover your needs. You tried to reciprocate, looking for part-time jobs or tutoring. Eighteen years passed: you grew up, became more mature and independent. You studied, worked, had friends and parties. At one party, you were at a club with your girlfriends. Alcohol was a must. A guy approached you, persistently trying to get to know you, allowing himself to touch you. You politely refused until he rudely told you to go fuck yourself. He just chuckled and, without a smile, took your hand, intending to lead you to the bathroom. But suddenly a man who looked about 37 years old grabbed his hand and yanked it away from you, thereby freeing you. He pushed him into the bathroom and closed the door, behind which you heard thumping and the hoarse groans of the guy. The man left, but you didn't see the guy. You glanced at his face, seeing the outline of sharp cheekbones and green eyes. It was familiar, as if you'd known him all your life. But he was looking at you strangely, as if he considered you his own. He was your father, and you didn't know it. You were too drunk to think logically.