How Bad Could You Really Be?

The night of unfortunate events.

Lightning flashed across the darkening night sky. My heart was pounding in my chest. Oncler's clothing was took big for me. I stepped on the pants and fell forward. My face landed square in mud. I scrambled to my feet and ran back to the now empty city. When I got to my house I realized I left my bag at Onceler's. My hands beat against the door. It swung open to reveal my father with a worried expression on his face. I rushed into the house.

"Where have you been?" he asked.

"I was at Onceler's. I called. We need to talk."

"Did something happen? What did he do to you?"

"What happened to mom?"

"I've already told you..."

"No! I'm old enough to hear the truth," I shouted, "what did you do?"

The smile on his face vanished in an instant. He walked into the living room. He poured himself a drink. It was gone as fast as he had poured it. Another portion of liquid filled the glass as he could pour it.

"No one knew about that. How did you find out?" he muttered.

"It doesn't matter. Did you do it on purpose? Why did you lie?"

"I'm sorry you wanted to hear about how I ignored the warnings and ended up killing your mother? Who told you?!"

"That doesn't matter! Everything you said about her...I just needed to know it was true."

I stormed upstairs and into my room. After finding my backpack I filled it with clothes and other things I would need for a few days. There was no way I could stay in this house. Maybe Oncie would let me stay there; where else would I go? My dad stood in the doorway.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Anywhere away from you," I snapped.

"It wasn't on purpose."

"How are you not in jail?"

He looked around nervously. I grasped my stomach tightly. A sharp pain rushed up my throat. He really didn't tell anyone then. And he just left her somewhere out there? I tried to push my way past him. But he shoved me back into the room.

"What have you done?" I asked.

"Bringing her back to the city wasn't going to change anything. She was dead."

"I need to leave."

"Where are you gonna go? I did this to protect you. You needed a father at the least."

I pushed past him, but he grabbed my arm. He swung me back into my room. Glass shattered as I hit the mirror over dresser. Warm liquid ran down my face. My hand touched it, when I looked down at my hand it was covered in blood.

"Skye, I didn't mean to..."

"You don't mean to do a lot of things, right?"

Finally I was able to push my way past him. With the backpack on my shoulder I rushed out of the house. The storm raged on, but I couldn't even pretend I was scared. Honestly I barely noticed the storm anymore. I stumbled out of town with mud and blood caked on my face. This was not at all what I expected to hear.

"Okay! Dinner's ready!" Onceler exclaimed.

He spun around with two plates in his hands. Skye was gone. The Lorax was napping on the bed. Onceler set the plates down on the counter. He shook the lorax awake.

"Hey, where's Skye?" Onceler asked.

"She's not back? I told her a story and she just took off."