When Opposites Attract (EDITING)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

(BETHANY'S POV)

He ran his fingers through his jet black hair and down across his face. I could have sworn that I heard him say 'I don't know how I'm going to tell her", or something like that. He cleared his throat and then spoke.

"So do you still want to know what happened to me?" I knew exactly what he was talking about. Part of me was thinking that it wouldn't be that huge. And another part of me was thinking that I know I wouldn't handle this since we basically just met. If you know me well you would know that I pushed both thoughts out of my head. Typical me.

I nodded in response. He scratched the back of his head. "Listen after I tell you this don't think of me any differently, okay?" He finally spoke with uncertainty in his voice. I bet he was debating right now if he should tell me or not.

Honestly, I would do the same. If I had a deep dark secret I wouldn't randomly tell everyone and be so open about it. 

"Let me start from the beginning then because I know you would want to ask some questions so I might as well answer them before you ask them. So when I was 4 years old my father left us. I know that sounds a bit hard right now, but unfortunately I actually gets worse than you might seem.  My father said that he wasn't ready to raise 2 kids at the time because my mother was pregnant with my sister. Or so that's what my mother tells me. He stopped contacting us all together for 9 years but then randomly, out of no where he call my mother telling her that he was wrong to leave us. You see, my mother is really forgiving, she will forgive you for everything even if you hurt her. So that's what my mom decided to do, she forgave him. He went back to her, but that didn't last a long time. By the next morning after a few months he was gone. Every single thing that he had was gone. I was so filled with rage because he left I actually didn't know what came over me at the time because the next thing I knew it I was looking for him. I went out in the streets, I talked to people not so much on the good side of the law. Overall I didn't stop until I found him." He breathed out. I glanced at his hands and they were unbearably shaking.

"One day I found him with a bad kind of crowd. They oozed the sign of drug dealers. I stomped up to him and started asking so many questions like why he was doing this to our family, and how much he hurt us. I didn't want to admit it back then but I needed a father in my life. I needed someone to love me as a role-model. Not some guy that hangs out with drug dealers. And the shocking part of that whole thing was that he was running it. My own father was a fucking drug dealer. I was really in awe." He said.

By the look on his face and the way he was looking at me he wasn't sure if I wanted to hear the rest or if he wanted to say the rest. If this didn't involve me in my life in some way I would be in so much suspense but unfortunately it did involve me. I hope. I don't think he would tell me all of this if it didn't involve e in any way shape or form.

He let out a big sigh and continued, "After he told me everything I did the stupid decision and tried to punch him. I didn't get far because one of his minions punched me square in the face. I was 15 at the time and let me tell you, it hurt like a bitch. I thought my father would show me some sympathy and stop his minions but he didn't. The next thing after the punch I was on the floor. And people were kicking me, punching. I couldn't even feel it after a few hits because my body was in so much pain it turned numb. I really don't know how I got out of there but some how I was back at my house." He stopped for a bit, but continued right after.

"After the little incident my dad didn't contact me. At all. I was happy but at the same time I was a bit ticked the fuck off. The fact that my own dad didn't even bother to check if I'm okay after his little army of dickheads beat me to a pulp. But that was nothing compared to what I thought I was going to do."

He took a pause, and I'm guessing he was trying to remember what he did. Maybe he blocked it out of his mind? "No I didn't block the memory out of my mind if that was what you were thinking." He said, I felt my cheeks heat up and burn making my face go crimson color.

"Anyway, I went around my house that day to look for any type of weapon that I could use to defend myself against my dad, or I could use on my dad if he had is little woo tang clang with him." I would have laughed but since this is serious I refrained myself from doing it.

"I looked through my basement, living room, and my sisters room. I pretty much trashed my whole place just for a useful weapon. The last room I checked was my mothers. I checked her bed, under her bed, her bathroom, and her dresser. That's when I found it. I found a gun in my mom's dresser under her clothes. I obviously took the gun and hid it in my room until I met my dad again." He looked down at the floor after he said that. For some reason I feel like he regrets something that he might say. But I really don't know what's going on his mind right now.

"I'm going to fast forward a little bit after I found the gun. So after I found the gun I kept it in my book bag everywhere I went so my dad's army couldn't hurt me randomly when I wasn't prepared." 

I honestly don't like where this story is going. I feel like I know what he did next but I can't put my finger on it and I don't want to imagine the worst.

"One random day when I decided to walk home from school that was the day that they jumped me. You might think I'm kidding but I'm not. I really am not. I was at mid-step when someone randomly kneed me in the stomach and then punched me in the face. I tried to recover so I could at least grab my gun, but they didn't do that. In a short description, I got beat to a pulp again. They left me on the sidewalk soonly after. After that day I started coming up with plans, ways to be one step ahead of-"

"Can you stop enduring this and get to the good part!?" I snapped. It pretty much came out as word vomit. Tyler was taken aback at my outburst but then he came to an understanding. "I-I'm sorry I just don't want you to keep explaining things I can already muster up in my head. I know you want to explain but can you please tell me what you did to your father!" I said looking down at the carpet not daring to meet his eyes.

To my surprise he just laughed. Like a full rich laugh, it was like he was forgetting all that he did in the past and just remembered his life now and I coudln't help but smile.

 His laughter died out and his face went blank, like he wasn't just laughing a few seconds ago. "Bethany don't think of me differently but..."

"I killed my father at the age of 15." My eyes widened taking in his words slowly.

He killed his father? Seriously?!

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Yeah I know you guys want to kill be but I couldn't help myself! It was a filler just like an episode of Pretty Little Liars, you think they're going to spill the secret but then they wait for another episode. Sorry for the cliffhanger!

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