Chapter 17

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Amara's POV

Outfit for School and Video StoreEdited

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Outfit for School and Video Store
Edited.
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To Amara

When I met your mother I was in a bad place but she brought me out of it. She was my light. She made me want to be different. To be better for her I would've done it for you but something in my life happened that made me leave and I didn't know about you when I left. It was the worst decision I ever made. Not raising you or watching you grow. I should've been there. When I came back and saw you I knew you were my blood I knew you were the best of me but I was a broken man when I learned your mom moved on and got married. I ended up doing things I am not proud of and paid the price but I guess this is what I deserve for not being there for you. I am not a killer or a bad man, just broken. I'm not looking for sympathy, I just want you to know I love you and I want to meet you and be the father I've always wanted to be. If you don't want to. I'll understand.

With All my love, your father Cotton Weary


Tears hit the page one by one until I was completely sobbing. I pull the letter to myself rocking myself back and forth. My mom tries to hug me but I shake my head quickly moving away from her. How could she keep this a secret from me?

Those words repeated in my head over and over. By now news spread about what happened last night, and the landline's been ringing all morning. It took a few minutes but I finally uncurled myself.

I was tempted to skip school and stay in bed all day but my mom couldn't call off work so I would be alone...and that's the last thing I wanted. I washed my body for hours, trying to get rid of the blood and his touch... every time I closed my eyes I felt I was reliving it all over again.

I wanted to try to smoke to calm my nerves but I don't think even that will help me this time

After one last shower, I stood in the mirror trying to hold back my tears but no matter how many times I told myself I'd be okay more tears fell and my chest felt heavy. I wanted to meet him but at the same time, I just felt too angry.

I hear a knock at the door, I immediately know it's Tatum. Dewey offered me a ride to school and to be my bodyguard for the day which I accepted and greatly appreciated. I quickly dried my tears and quickly finished getting dressed.

I look out the window to see Tatum and Sidney waiting outside for me to open the door. I took a deep breath before finally opening the door.

Tatum immediately tackles me making me lose my footing as we go to the ground. "Mara, I'm not sure what to say in a situation like this," she says sadly, holding my head against her chest.

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