You Will Be Mine

Chapter 35

Jasper's POV

I wake up when the front door slams shut, and then I hear that someone is quickly walking up he stairs.

I keep my eyes closed, hoping that it's not dad, but I already know that it's him, because I can smell his scent.

I'm not surprise when my bedroom door opens, and slams shut right after.

I have never seen dad get this angry, and I'm kind of scared now, although I know that he won't hit me, so I'm sure that I will be fine, after I will listen to his shouts for the next few minutes.

"I know that you're awake." He tells me harshly.

I roll my eyes, and I sit up to look at him, while he comes over, and he sits on my bed.

"What have you done it?" Dad asks me, and I glare at him.

"I haven't done anything." I tell him.

"I'm sure that you didn't. I saw what you did to Brett, and I really can't believe that you could do it, but right now I wouldn't put it past you." He tells me.

"Alright then, I won't save anyone else, next time I will find someone who's bleeding out, I will leave them in the woods." I say. "Is this what you want me to do?" I ask harshly.

I might tell him this, but I know that I would never do something like this, I prefer to let everyone blame me for what happened to Brett, or will happen to someone else that I will help in the future, over leaving them to die.

It's not their fault that my father and his friend just need someone to blame for what happened to Brett.

"I want to you to help people, but not after you will make them need help." Dad tells me.

"I didn't beat anyone." I say, and I have to grip my sheets with my palms, to make sure that I won't punch him in the face for even suggesting something like this.

He looks at my fists, and he gestures at them with his head, before he looks at me again.

"How do you expect me to believe you, when you can barely keep yourself from punching me?" He asks me with a soft expression.

I didn't respond to him, I only grip the steets tighter, so he decided to talk again.

"Alright, I know that you have trouble dealing with your emotions recently, so I won't be angry at you for this, but you will visit the therapist every other day from now on.

So, get some rest, because you will have to talk to him tomorrow." He tells me, and he stands up from the bed.

I stand up too, so he turns around to see what I'm doing, and I try to punch him in the face.

But he manages to catch my hand, and he quickly grabs the other one, when I move it towards him.

He puts my hands behind me, and he pushes me on the bed, before he walks out of the room, not saying anything about what I just tried to do.