Carls P.O.V
I feel empty. Empty. There's nothing left ,but,a cold stupid broken heart. I hope my daughter never felt this way. If she ever did, I hope she found a way out of it. I love you Sarah. As a father, I should've been the one to wipe off all your pain and sorrow. Instead, I was the cause of it all. I made her leave. I made her hate her life. I feel so much guilt and remorse for all that I've done. I truly caused damage. I'm going to do whatever it takes to get my daughter back. I'm going to do whatever it takes, to become the man and father I was supposed to be.
"Dean?" "uh.. Yes, carl." "I need your help."
"With what?" "I want to change.. for my daughter ." I nervously said, the tears were threatening to fall. I've been nothing ,but, a terrible father. "Carl, are you okay?".
"I want to fix everything before it's too late."
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{Sarahs P.O.V}
"Dean, stop it." Dean has been bothering me all day about my dad. Why can't he just let it go. That's what did. I pushed my father out. The way he did too me.
"Come on Sarah, I just want to know what happened to your dad.. Why can't you just tell me?!". I swear to god, I'm about to lose it. "Damnit Sarah! STOP BEING SO FUCKING STUBBORN AND JUST TELL ME!!". Thats it. Lets take a moment to do the countdown.. 5.. 4....3.....2...1.. "WHAT DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING KNOW DEAN!! THE FACT THAT MY DAD TREATED ME LIKE CRAP AFTER I LOST MY MOTHER TO CANCER!! THE FACT, THAT THE PERSON I LOOKED UP TO AND LOVED LEFT ME!! THE FACT, THAT I WAS NOTHING BUT USELESS! OR THAT EVERY SINGLE DAY AND NIGHT I CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP WONDERING WHAT IT WOULDVE BEEN LIKE TO HAVE BOTH OF MY PARENTS BY MY SIDE!!! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO KNOW!! WELL, I HOPE YOUR FUCKING HAPPY!!". The tears came like Niagara Falls. They wouldn't stop. They still don't.
"I'm sorry, Sarah." Dean silently said. "Well, you know what, I don't need your sympathy. I learned the hard way, sorry doesn't mean anything anymore."
"Sarah, I'm at a loss of words at this point, can I ask you.something import-" "No, I'm done with these questions. Can you not see, Im trying to be happy. For me. For my mom. Most importantly, for Luke." I said slowly but surely calming down. "The question is Sarah.. Were you ever truly happy?". He looked at me with sympathy in his eyes and an ache in his heart. The kind of eyes everyone has looked at me with. The kind of eyes, that still haunt me. The eyes, that speak nothing ,but,the repetition of the same word "sorry".
"I've been nothing ,but, broken. The pain that I've been through has been absolutely unbearable. How can you go up to someone and ask if their okay? How can you go up to someone and expect them to be ok? It's like asking someone who's drowning if their capable of swimming. When the truth is, they don't have enough time to swim to the surface because seconds turn into minutes and they give up too soon. " Thats what it felt like. That's what everything felt like. And maybe, that's all I ever felt. The pain drowned me, to the point where I became numb. I couldn't move, breathe, or speak. It felt like I was dying, and the worst part of it all, was that I wasn't. No matter how hard I wanted too.
