Damaged and Broken.

Chapter 11: Father?

What was he doing here? How did he know I was here? What was he doing out of prison? How?

Anger grew inside of me, I was mad for everything he had done towards me, I was mad at my mother too, where was she? Is she still in prison? I faced back into reality, and the fact that my father was standing in front of me in the flesh.

He took a step forward towards me, he was in the light now, I could see his features more clearly, he still had that stubby beard and moustache, he looked old and in pain. Huh, his fault. He was wearing ripped clothes and blood marks on his arms and shirt, which was mostly likely to be my blood, or Jamie's. "Oh my god." I muttered to myself.

Then I looked at his eyes, they were a pale blue and swollen, he looked as if he was crying. He also had that worrying look in his eyes, why was he worried? Since when he was he ever worried?

He took another step forward, "Don't." I said harshly. He started to have a devilish smile and had slowly reached his left arm towards me, as if he was ready to pounce. All of the sudden his hand came flying towards my side where I had been stabbed, I lifted my arm out as defence and out of nowhere my father flew backwards and smacked into the wall behind him, leaving a bloody and dented wall.

"What?" I asked myself. "You're a freak!" My father roared, "you monster! You know what happens when you try to defend yourself!" I felt anger inside of me eager to pour out onto him, like a sea ferociously crashing against a cliff, trying to knock it down.

I screamed and screamed, I couldn't take it anymore! As I was screaming my father collapsed to the floor groaning in agony placing his hands tightly against his ears, crying out in pain. I stopped, and his body collapsed fully on the floor, lightly groaning, he had his final breath and he was gone.

I hesitated, unsure of how to react, what just happened? How did my screams hurt him? Why now and not before? I nervously walked towards the lifeless body, I reached down to check for any signs of life, none.

I just killed my father.