Undo My Heart (BXB)

34. Doom

When we reached home, I got off the car, heading straight up to my room. I felt the weight of the whole world on my shoulders. I needed to rearrange my thoughts and calm myself down. And I definitely need to wash the blood off.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dad said before I could set a foot on the stairs. He was eying me still in an unreadable expression. "Get in there." He pointed to the living room, so I just followed his order.

I sat a few seats away from my mom, who was just pouring a drink for herself. That's how I knew how much stressful she was. She never drinks at this hour.

Dad didn't sit down. He walked back and forth around the room, getting me more and more nervous. I could actually feel my own heartbeats beating on my ears.

"Jeffrey, honey!" Mom spoke first.

"Don't!" He glared at her. He's mad.

He sighed, trying to calm himself. "When did we ever teach you to use violence?" He glared me.

I tilted my head down in shame.

"You look me in the eyes when I talk to you, Jimmy!" He yelled. I flinched and couldn't even lift my head up.

"Jeffrey!" Mom begged for his compassion.

"He smached the kids' face! His skull got crashed! And it was all your son's doing! We saw the camera record!" His voice got louder and louder. "We agreed on sending you to such a school so you could act like you're lacking manners! Why would you do that? What were you thinking?"

I was shocked by his level of anger cause I've never seen him like this before. My mind was paralyzed, but I got every word he said to me. Guilt was eating me alive already.

"I..." I tried to speak loudly, but I was ashamed and disgusted of myself. How could I even think of defending my acts!

"He... he bullied Brandon."

"So you thought that was the right thing to do? Deforming the kid face? Are you aware of what you've done? That kid could've died with your own hands, Jimmy! And that's not even what's angers me! Jesus! Say something, Julie!"

"Jimmy, sweetie. Your dad and I are very disappointed at you. We never thought that you would ever use violence!" Mom was speaking more emotionally. "Sweetie, you could've helped Brandon in different ways. Why would you choose violence!"

"Apparently, we gave you an amount of trust you didn't deserve." Dad said in a disappointed tone.

It was like if someone had poured a bucket full of ice on my head. When he mentioned trust, my heart dropped.

I looked at him for the first time since he started scolding me. Our eyes met, and I felt burns in my heart. His eyes were pursing right through me. I was terrified.

I knew that if there were a slight of trust he had left for me, that was gone for good.

"D- dad!" My eyes started to tear up.

Dad sighed and finally sat across me. He took a deep breath. "Do you know what we had to do to get you out of it?" He said in the calmest way ever.

I remained silent.

"You're 18, Jimmy. You're supposed to be responsible for your own actions. The kids' parents insisted on sending you to jail. They insisted on pressing charges." He paused to see my reflection. I was just staring dumpfoundly at his face.

"Let's say it's been settled by taking care of their son medical bills and writing down a check with 7 figures. How about that?" He paused again.

I felt a burning sensation in my eyes. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I know dad doesn't care about the money. He cares more about the son who let him down.