𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑

𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎

TW: Murder, violence, and gore. (There's a throwback in this chapter, it'll be in italics)

November 7, 2018

Biting my lip, her front door slowly creeks open, revealing her perfectly faded blue hair. "What are you doing here?" She sent me a look so fierce it made me afraid.

"I need an answer," I told her, pretending that I don't feel like dropping to my knees and crying.

"An answer to what?" She deadpanned.

"I'm confused Billie. Why are you ghosting me all of a sudden?"

"Wait you don't remember the night of the party?" She furrowed her brows.

"No! That's why I'm confused as fuck, help me out here Bil!"

She let out a deep sigh, stepping out of her house and closing the door behind her. She sat down on the swing placed on the porch. I followed her lead, sitting next to her. Silence filled the air between us, my leg involuntarily bouncing up and down. 

"You- you told me what you did," she practically whispered. 

My brows furrowed with confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Your dad... you told me how he died."

"What?" I turned to her as she stared at the ground. 

"You killed him, right?" She turned towards me, our eyes meeting. She looked tired, not scared of me per se, but confused for sure.

"What did I say?" I began to panic.

"Not a lot. You were just rambling and randomly said you don't regret killing your father."

"I-" I stood from the swing, pacing back and forth. 

"You think you need answers? I need answers, Gemma."

"Fuck," I ran my fingers through my hair frustratedly. I'm never getting drunk, ever again. 

"Stop pacing, look at me, and tell me the truth," she demanded.

I stood frozen, watching the scene unfold before me, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My father, the man I had always looked up to, was standing over my mother's lifeless body with a look of pure anger and hatred in his eyes.

 My heart was racing and tears streamed down my face as I tried to comprehend what had just happened. I couldn't believe that the man who had raised me could be capable of such a horrific act. 

As he turned to face me, I could see the same anger in his eyes that he had shown towards my mother just moments before. I knew then that my life would never be the same again, and that the man I had once called "dad" was now a stranger to me.

My father's eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the turmoil within them. "You saw too much," he growled, "you know too much," He repeated.

 His words sent shivers down my spine, and I didn't know what was going through his delusional mind. I had always known that my father was capable of violence, but I had never imagined that he would turn it against his own family. 

As he stepped towards me, I stumbled backwards, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. "Please, Dad," I begged, tears streaming down my face. "I won't tell anyone, I swear." But my words fell on deaf ears, and he continued to walk closer toward me.

In that moment, with adrenalin coursing through my veins, I knew that my only chance of survival was to get away from him as quickly as possible. As I sprinted towards the door, I quickly scanned the room for anything that could protect me. My eyes fell on a heavy vase sitting on a nearby table. 

Without hesitation, I grabbed it and swung around just in time to see my father lunging toward me. I swung the vase with all my might, and it connected with his head, sending him crashing to the ground. 

My body trembled, blood poured from the wound, and he lay motionless on the floor. In that moment, I realized what I had done. My father, the man who had raised me, was dead at my feet.

 I sank to the ground, tears streaming down my face, as I struggled to come to terms with what had just happened. I had killed my own father, but I knew that it was him or me. I had no choice but to defend myself. 

I scrambled to find a phone, any phone. 911. "What's your emergency?"

My body shook uncontrollably. "M-my parents, they're dead- it I don't know what happened."As I spoke to the operator, I could feel panic rising within me. I told them what had happened, trying to keep my voice steady, but I could feel myself starting to freak out. 

What if they didn't believe me? What if they thought that I was the one who had killed my father and mother in cold blood? 

As I waited for the police to arrive, I trembled with fear and uncertainty. With no energy in me, I crawled over to my mom, checking her pulse. "Mommy," I screamed. 

My heart ached as I looked at her, and I couldn't believe that she was gone. She had always been my rock, my safe haven, and now she was gone forever. I tried to make up for what had happened, apologizing over and over again, even though I knew it was pointless. I knew that nothing I could say or do would bring her back. 

As I wept, I felt a deep sense of loss and loneliness wash over me. I had lost both of my parents in a matter of minutes, and I didn't know how I was going to cope. As the reality of the situation sunk in, I knew that my life would never be the same again. I didn't mean to kill him, I just needed more time to run. What have I done?

 All I could do was wait for the authorities to arrive and hope that they would be able to help me.

I was still crying, huddled over my mother when the sound of sirens reached my ears. The police and paramedics arrived, and I scrambled to my feet as they rushed into the room. They took one look at the scene before them and didn't even bother checking my parents' pulse. They just covered up their bodies, treating them as evidence at a crime scene.

I felt a wave of anger wash over me at their cold, impersonal treatment of my parents' bodies. They questioned me about what had happened, and I told them everything, leaving out no detail, even though it was hard to talk about as I was still in shock.

 I could see the shock and horror on their faces as I spoke, and I knew that what had happened was something that no one would forget any time soon. As they loaded my parents' bodies onto stretchers and carried them out of the house, I felt alone and confused. What was I going to do now?

"Gemma," Billie sniffled. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I couldn't. I haven't told anyone what happened that day since court where they deemed it as self-defence and I got out of it with zero penalties, just considered a new orphan. I knew you wouldn't talk to me anymore and- and I couldn't handle losing one more person," I explained through tears.

Billie swiped the tears off of her cheeks quickly as she stared at the ground. "I need time to think," she admitted. 

My heart dropped. I don't blame her, I would need time to think. I just admitted to her that I did in fact kill my father. Even if it was an accident, it's a lot of information. Slowly I stood from the swing, not bothering to look back at Billie because I knew if I did, I would break down. 

I can't lose another soul.

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A/N: Ahhhh. And the truth comes out! 

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