Infuriated

•Epilogue•

Beca's point of view

These eleven weeks have passed so quickly and at first I had a sense of triumph. I managed to escape. I outsmarted my father. I thought if I stayed here everything would sort itself out, but I miss my friends and I realized I didn't fix anything. I hide from every passerby. My father broke everything for me and he will continue to do so. I sink to the ground despondently. I don't want to go on living like this, I just can't. I need to solve this problem, but I won't do it by running away. What if I go back and tell my father the truth? I laugh bitterly. I know better. Even before I've finished three sentences, I'm beaten up in a corner of the room. Still, I would have to confront him, but how? I thought about this question for a long time, but I came up with a plan for it. I don't want to hide anymore, from anyone. It must come to an end, definitely. I'm on my way to the store where I need to be, knowing there's no turning back. All the way I see myself entering my father's work. I see how I will stand before my father, force him to stop screwing up my life. It doesn't take long before I'm at my destination and I park my bike. Without hesitation I walked into the hardware store.

,,Is there anything I can do for you?" Asks the salesman.

,,Yes." I say and put my debit card on the counter. ,,I want a knife, a sharp knife." The salesman raises his eyebrows for a quick second, but doesn't question me. He takes one of his sharp knives from behind the counter and places it on the counter. I pay the amount with my debit card and put the knife in my backpack. So, that's settled. Now to my father at work.

When I get there, I see my father and his colleagues busy at work. I see that my father is surprised by my arrival, but immediately recovers.

,,I knew you would come back." My father says when he stands in front of me. Normally I would be afraid to say something, but this time I am not going to let my father beat me up. I feel my heart beating wildly in my throat and take a daring step forward.

,,It's over, Dad. You've tormented me all these years, but I'm not afraid of you anymore."

,,Out of my sight, you!" My father yelled.

,,Calm down. I've only come to put an end to this forever. I cannot keep up with you, not anymore.

,,What are you saying?!" For a moment I think my father will attack me, but he controls himself.

,,I''m not leaving, I want to know why you hate me."

,,You!" My father stands right in front of me.

,,Why do you hate me so much? Am I really the biggest piece of misery walking around on two legs? It can't be."

,,No?"

,,I never hurt you in any way." I see my father clenching his fists.

,,What do you want me to say? That you're not the biggest disappointment in my life? You are even worse! And now get out of my sight or I'll kill you!"

,,See!" I scream. ,,That's what you want. You want to kill me. You really want me dead." And now I pull out my knife from my backpack. My father looks at me anxiously and at the knife in my hand.

,,Beca." I suddenly hear and when I look around I see Quinn, Finn, Marley and Santana enter.

,,Don't get involved." I tell my friends, before they come between me and my father and screw up my plan. They stop, but stay close to me.

,,Are you going to stab me to death?" My father ignores my friends and looks at me. I shake my head.

,,No," I say, holding the knife in front of my father. ,,you're going to stab me to death. You hate me, don't you? You destroy everything for me." My father looks at the knife.