Trustworthy help

26. End of it.

=warning=
Please don't read this if self harm or suicide gets to close to you personally.
It will be involved badly in the following part.
Please be aware.

Please skip this chapter if you rather not read about things like this.

Up on the roof, the police stays back on my request. Only if something happens, they're allowed to help out.

He stands with his back to me, looking over the edge of the roof. We're four floor up, so small chance of survival.

'Father.'

He slowly turns to me.
'The fuck are you doing here?' He says harshly. 'Eve and I got called over.' I say calmly. 'Well I don't want to see your fucking face! I told you that before, didn't I?!' He yells at me. 'What are you doing up here?' I ask. 'About to end this whole fucking thing.' He says as he turns back to the edge. 'Why? Huh?' He lowers his head before looking up at the sky and laughing. It sends shivers down my spine. I looks at me over his shoulder.

'You.'

The answer catches me off guard. 'So because of me, you want to make Eve live with seeing you kill yourself? Do you really think it's fair?' I ask. 'I'll let you explain to her why I did it.' He says. 'You're fucking her life up, along with Tyler's. You really want to go that easy, fucking her up like this?' I ask. He seems to hesitate in his step closer to the edge. 'She loves you, father. Tyler does too. She's your family, don't make her live with this trauma.' I say. He stays silent, now standing on the very edge.

'Please, I'm begging you. Please spare her this.' I say as I quietly step closer.

'You're too fucking late.'

He leans forward, about to let himself fall.

I run up and let myself fall so I can grab his enkel. His weight pulls me with him. I look at the edge and grab on. 'We're not fucking doing this!' I yell as I keep us both up. I breath heaving and grunt as I try to keep holding on. Police runs up to help as he starts to wiggle his leg 'let the fuck go of me.' Tears fill my eyes as I feel my grip lessen as he slips away. I try as hard as I can to hold on as he kicks around. The police grab my arm as he ends up kicking me on my wound. I cry out I'm pain as the last strength I had slips away. 'No!' I cry out as I get pulled up by the cops. 'No, no no.' I my knees give out after the cops put me onto my feet. I scream out. 'I failed.' I sob. 'Ma'am, you did all you could. No one would have been able to hold on like that.' One of the cops say as he knees down in front of me. 'I could hold on- I- I dropped my sisters father- I...' I cry out. I can't fucking face her. 'He was dead when you came up here, there was only a little chance you could have saved him.' The tears keep falling as the cop tries to help me feel better.

It takes a long time before I calm down and have the guts to make my way down.

When I do I find Eve crying into micheal's chest.
Mind and body numb, I walk up.
Eve looks up at me 'oh Amelia.' She says as she walks up and hugs me. When she pulls back she looks at my abdomen. 'You're bleeding.' She says as she gently places her hand on my waist. 'It's fine.' I say. The owner walks up, looking sad, tired and upset. 'Can we talk about-' I nod to an empty room. The both of us walk in 'He tried to kill himself multiple times.' He starts off. Somehow I'm not surprised. 'I don't have to know. He ended up killing himself, that's what is most important right now.' I say. The man nods. 'If you need anything figured out, you contact me.' I say. 'Alright.' He says.

We walk out.

Leaving the chaotic scene behind us.

I'm quiet on our drive back. I look at the bruise on my arm from the cop who pulled me up. I close my eyes and lay my head against the headrest.

What now?

How do I live with this?