Daddy Issues ~ Sebastian Stan {Completed}

34.

"I don't ever want to see your face, again," You seethed as you rushed out of the room, pulling out your car keys, and walked to the main door, slamming it shut as you ran to your car. Sebastian killed your father. The soon-to-be father of your child, the love of your life. Yeah, this morning, post your physical activity, you realized you loved him and were ready to confess to him about it, and about the child. But now, you couldn't conjure any other emotion except for hurt, betrayal, and anger. Sebastian had reopened a healed wound and excessively salted the area. 

You let out a screeching scream, banging the steering wheel, and punching the ac ducts as you wailed, not caring for your bloody knuckles. You yelled and yelled until you ran out of tears, and the sadness numbed. Now all you felt was rage and fury. You felt as though being here, being around him, in the vicinity of him made your skin burn, made your heart cripple, made your veins run cold.

So, you left. 

As the car roared alive, you changed the gear shift, pressing down on the accelerator, and zoomed away, leaving skid marks on the driveway. You didn't even look at the rearview mirror as Sebastian's mansion became smaller and smaller, merging into the distance, too scared it would blind you, like acid. 

You drove without thinking, just turning into different streets until you were again on the highway.

"...A-and, um I- I shot him..." He only whispered, but it was loud and clear in the dead silence of the room.

"How could he?" You cried, letting your tears wet the collars of your shirt, soaking your already cold and damp shirt. You didn't even think to turn the heater on, just driving in a blur as you tried to distract yourself, trying not to think about Sebastian. 

Those memories of both of you.

How it felt when he touched you. The feeling of his hot breath against your collarbone. The feeling of his huge rough hands holding yours. The feeling of his body moving against yours. The feeling of his calloused fingertips running down the valley between your breasts. The feeling of his slightly dry lips moving hungrily against yours. The feeling of his teeth pulling your bottom lip. The feeling of his tongue tangling with yours. The feeling in the pit of your stomach as his deep blue eyes stared at you. The sound of his giggles as you kissed his body. His muffled groans as you sucked on the nerve at the base of his neck. The sound of his raspy, deep voice as he spoke. The sounds you both made as he made you see the stars. The smell of his vanilla scent lingering on your body after. The taste of his sweet skin on your tongue. The sight of his god-like naked body. All those memories.

They cut like a knife. 

Slowly piercing through your skin, shattering your bone and digging into your heart. Twisting to create a dark empty hole before pulling out. Letting the joy pour out in a rush to get away from your heart.

"He did this." You whimpered, recklessly turning your car and jumping the signal.

He did this. He was the reason you were left without a father. He was the reason for your countless sleepless nights. He was the reason for your nightmares. He was the reason you woke up in shivers and sweating. He was the reason you cried yourself to sleep, hugging your pillow tightly against your uncontrollably shaking body. He was the reason you couldn't pay attention in school for months. He was the reason you forgot how to smile. He was the reason your mother shut down her emotions. He was the reason you cursed the poor man who was wrongfully arrested and is now rotting in jail. He was the reason your father died. 

He killed him. He killed your father.

How could he? How could he kill an innocent man, like that? Your dad did nothing wrong. He would never hurt an ant, let alone what Sebastian said. 

You felt sick to your stomach. You trusted him. You believe his lies. Like a fool you let him touch you, you let him hold you, let him comfort you in the warmth of his arms. Let him make you feel safe. Let him make you feel complete. 

You thought he was the final missing piece of your puzzle only for him to reveal that he had pulled the trembling block to topple your Jenga.

"Shut up!" You yelled as your phone continuously rang. Sebastian's name blinking across the top of your phone. Just seeing his name made your blood boil. You tightened your grip on the steering wheel as you stared at his name with the little pink heart next to it. It should have been knives, better yet the heart on fire emoji, because that's how you felt. Like you were stabbed over and over again. Like your heart was on fire. 

You floored it as you gaped at his name, not seeing the red signal or the truck zooming in the adjacent lane to get through the yellow light. 

The last thing you remembered was watching your phone fly out of the cupholder. The sound of glass shattering around you. The feeling of something ramming into the passenger side. The feeling of tumbling over. The feeling of the airbag punch against your stomach. The sounds of rubber tires screeching against the coal roads. The sounds of your metal roof sparking as your car slid across the lane. The top of your car hitting your forehead. The taste of blood in your mouth. The heaviness in your eyes as you tried to keep open them. 

It took three seconds exactly. Three seconds. Three seconds too late as the truck driver tried to stop his vehicle. Three seconds too late for you to realize what happened. Three seconds to flip your life upside down.

Three fucking seconds and everything went dark. 

Everyone: "Writing is so easy" 🙂

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