Something About Her

"Jackie?"

"Non osare, piccola mia, cazzo. Posso rendere la tua vita un inferno. Pensi che tua madre sia davvero morta in un "incidente", vero? Perché di sicuro non lo faccio. Non esiterò a rovinarti la vita solo perché sei mia figlia. E per la cronaca ti amo principessa, ma non abbastanza da lasciar andare tutto per te."

(Don't you fucking dare, my baby. I can make your life hell. You think your mother actually died in an "accident", don't you? Because I sure don't. I will not hesitate to ruin your life just because you are my daughter. And for the record, I love you princess, but not enough to let it all go for you.)

The words my father spoke raged me beyond belief. He ruined everything. And by that I truly meant it, he ruined every fucking thing in my life. He killed my mother. She was the only one there for me because he "couldn't be"

"You killed the only person I ever had. You killed the only person you vowed to love for the rest of your life—"

I recomposed myself for a moment before whispering, because that was all the sound I could manage to get out, "Does that mean nothing to you?"

My father screams, "EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT!" He has a sad and depressed look deep within his eyes, but to everyone else, he just looked extremely angry and full of rage.

It was the face I knew all too well. Guilt.

It was the look he gave my mother the day she told him, "Change, not just for me, but for our daughter, your baby, and if you don't, I'm leaving, and don't even dare try to test me, because I will never look back."

I remember hiding in the wooden doorway, my eyes glued to my desperate mother while she cried looking at photos of her and my father. I was in some of them. I didn't even know my mother could smile like that. It made me sad to know that she used to be happy.

Immediately, as everything and everyone grew very silent. I swear you could have heard a pin drop on the carpet. All you could hear was breathing.

I snapped out of my thoughts.

With all eyes on my father, he spoke barely quieter, "Bodyguards may stay, but not inside the location. Everyone, see to it," no one moved, "NOW!" My father roared.

Everyone, including Kendall flinched, I didn't make a move. You have to remember who my father was. I grew up with him. I was used to him acting like this. I wasn't scared and even if I was I wouldn't dare to show it.

With no more hesitation, everyone in the room promptly followed his orders, no questions asked. Well, almost everyone. Kendall stayed by my side, as I stood there glaring at my father.

People whirled around me trying to leave as quickly as they possibly could, but all I could do was stare into my fathers' cold eyes.

How? Just how? How could he do this? I honestly was stupid to think my own father loved me... even a little bit.

No child should ever question if there father loves them. But I did, I still do, all the time.

As soon as we were completely alone in the empty building, just my father and me. Well Kendall was there too, but this didn't concern him at all. I'm pretty sure he was just here to protect me. Of what, I'm not exactly sure...

My father answered my question, "Of course it meant something to me."

There was a long silent pause that consisted of my father and I thinking about what was going to happen next.

My father and I both opened our mouths to speak at the same time, suggesting we were about to start an argument.

Before either of us could could speak a single word, there was a loud, ear-piercing shriek.

I shot a death glare directly at my father, "What the actual fuck?!"

My father smirked and rolled his eyes at me, clearly half amused by the scene unfolding in front of him.

The voice that screamed before sobbed out, "Jackie?"

I didn't even realize but I threw Kendall's body off me and ran towards the voice.

"JACKIE!!!!" The voice screamed, like a desperate cry for help.

"MOMMA!"