<span style="font-style: italic">Their blood did not match….their blood did not match….</span><br/><br/>The thought continued to repeat in his mind as he struggled to maintain control of himself. Even now all he wanted was to be with E, to make sure she was alright and be there for her when she woke up, but that was not to happen. Not with their…father….around now. A groan left his lips and he smacked his forehead with the heels of his palms. All she had to do was not run, to not call him a monster and this would not have happened.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No. No….can’t blame her. It was me, all me. I thought I had control over myself. I thought she would be safe, but I was wrong….so wrong…</span><br/><br/>The tears welled into his eyes but he refused to let them fall. Instead he swallowed down all of his pain and self-loathing and decided to focus on something else. He would have to wait until night to visit E, that would be the only time there would be less people around. In the meantime he could look into his past, birth records to be exact.<br/><br/>“Let’s see what father is hiding from us,” he mumbled to himself and went off down the hall to find the records room.