Truth

Chapter 8

Hope's P.O.V
I was crying on the stairs. He wasn't supposed to see those nobody was. I am the reason nobody is home at my house.
"Tell me" he took me into his arms. I can't tell him he will be ashamed of me like everybody else who knows. Let's get this over with I tell myself.
"When I was about 13 my house burned down with my brother in it. We were left home alone I snuck out to my friends house I was supposed to be babysitting. I went back home only to see my house environed in flame. I went in the house to save my brother. I stepped into the house when the neighbor yanked me back outside. My arms were burnt. The house was burned down to the ground just a pile of rubble. He was 10 years old and died because of me. My parents thought I lit the house on fire and killed him. They called me worthless so I started cutting myself. The guilt was unbearable so I tried to kill myself. My neighbor found my wrist cut, and called the police. I was rushed to the hospital. My parents showed up and told me they were ashamed of me and the wish that I was dead instead of my brother. My mom comes home occasionally but beats me. She hasn't been home since the beginning of summer, I saved enough money since I was a kid and we rented this place. My dad left us. His ,sat words to me were saying that he wishes I was dead". Peter looks at me he gets up and goes to the kitchen and in a minutes he brings me a cup of tea.
"You shouldn't be here you can come live with me" he offers. I don't even know him.
"I don't know you" he looks at me with a angry expression.
"You shouldn't be here this place only has bad memory's and I'm sure you hate living here" he's right I hate this place. I nod my head when suddenly the door opens. My dad walks in sees me with Peter.