What Hurts the Most

Chapter 9 - Blame

I blame my dad.

He made Jackson leave. He's the reason Jackson's dead. If he wouldn't have made Jack leave, he'd still be alive and we'd be planning our wedding.

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I walked home from the hospital. The paramedics offered to take me home; I refused. I wanted to think over in my head how I was going to kill my dad like he did Jackson.

I got home about an hour later.

"Mom!" I screamed when I got through the door.

"Yes, bab-" she started, until she saw me crying. "Baby, what happened?"

"H-he's d-dead," I managed.

"Jack?"

I nodded, then cried even more.

"Oh, baby" she soothed and hugged me. I could feel her tears on my head. "I-it's okay, Selina."

"No it isn't," I said and wiped the tears from my eyes.

My dad walked in the door.

"Have you been crying?" he asked me.

I walked toward him with a look of utmost hate on my face.

I screamed. "Its your fault!" I started to punch every bit of him I could reach. "You-made-him-die!" I said in between hits. "He's dead because of you!"

My mom put her face in her hands and began to cry.

My dad tried to hug me, to stop me, to conceal my anger, to comfort me. It didn't work. I continued to attempt to beat him to a pulp.

"Its...all...your...fault," I was out of breath and energy, but tried to continue. "You...are...the...reason..." I stopped and cried.

My dad wrapped his arms around me. "I know," he soothed. "I know, baby." He slid down the wall and cradled me in his arms. We sat there slumped against the wall for over an hour, crying, loving each other.