Dead Phones Shouldn't Reply

Chapter 11 // Disgrace

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Chapter 11
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I woke up this morning and realized there is no meaning to life. Every single human being is a toy of Gods, and we all know that no one needs a toy to survive.
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Dad hadn't come out of his room in two days, and I was extremely worried. His skin was pale and dull; hair greasy and distorted. His eyes stayed a red puffy color. He looked so bad, and I felt it was all my fault.

The hospital had deemed Dad too unstable, and me too young to care for Jamie, so she was at the hospital until next week. Neither Dominic or Monica had came by in the last few days, but I couldn't blame them. I was a reck.

A tear dripped down my cheek as I opened Dad's door. He looked awful, but I couldn't help but feel a pant of jealousy as I noticed how much he cared for Kara. I was greedy.

He looked over at me with worry lines on his forehead, causing more tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I walked over to his bed, and placed the bowl of soup on the table besides him.

"I don't want to move," I mumbled, opening the window too let in some fresh air. I could hear him sniffling from behind me, and I sighed. "But I know it'll be better this way."

"How's Jamie?" He asked suddenly. A pain hit my chest as he asked that question.

How was Jamie? That was the first thing he asked me. He didn't care how I was, he only cared about his family, not me.

"Jamie? That's who you're concerned about? What about me? How am I Dad? Well, I don't know, you're probably too busy crying and moaning about Kara to notice how I am. You know what, Jamie is fabulous. She couldn't, be, better."

I so badly wanted to say those words out loud, but it wasn't the right time. It seemed never would be the right time, so I held them on my tongue.

"She's fine."

"When are we moving again," Dad asked, frowning at me. Anger was pursing through my veins, and I wanted to slap him.

That's how it had been in those last two days. I'd come up to give Dad food, and he'd ask about Jamie, moving, the weather. Everything and anything. Except me. Dad didn't deserve to go through another death, but seeing how I was the last person he wanted to see, made me want to murder someone.

"Three days," I grumbled out, quickly whipping a tear off my cheek that had fallen. He looked at my tears, and gave me a sympathetic look for all the wrong reasons.

"You've been crying too?" He asked. "I didn't know Kara's death would affect you this much."

I almost started sobbing right on the spot. At that moment, I wasn't crying because of Kara, I was crying because of the way my dad neglected me. Any person in their right mind, would of cried after someone they knew died, and I had, I had cried out an ocean over the way I treated Kara. But I wanted my dad's approval more then and there.

"I-I'm going to go," I studdered out, not waiting for any sort of goodbye.

Not that I would get one anyways.

It seemed a bit odd seeing the several cleaners working at our living room, silently. They had been working since we arrived back from the hospital. It was strange that they wouldn't leave any evidence for the investigators, but I didn't question their job outloud. Dad had made it final that we were moving. Out of town actually, about 20 minutes from here.

I hated moving, I had done it three times with Dad's family, and that was never fun.

That was twenty minutes away from Dominic and for some reason, I found myself frowning as I realized that, it wouldn't be as convenient having him so far away. Quickly, I shook my head, and headed towards the front door.