{Sarah's P. O.V}
I want to yell at the top of my lungs. I want to slap him across the face. Yet, I can't. I won't stoop down to his level.
Not yet. "Dad, is it really you?".
"Yes, Sarah. Wow, you look just like your mother." He says looking at me like it was the first time he'd seen me in decades. I want to question him so much. I want to do alot of things. Yet, I can't bring myself to do it. Not now, not yet. "Dad where were you all this time?.. All this time when I needed you the most?". Silence, nothing but silence is all I'm getting from this man. Man?! I want answers and I want them now! "Sarah, I was trying to better myself. Not only for me, but for you. I wanted to do this for all of us." US?! Since when was there ever an "US" it was only you!! You and me! Isn't that the way it was supposed to be or is that the way you wanted it?
"Was that really the case dad? To better yourself? I'm not buying any of it. All that time you spent trying to better yourself, you should've thought of me too! Didn't you think it sickened me every day watching you throw your life away?!". I've never been more heartbroken in my entire life than the way I feel right now. It feels like a dull knife cutting deeper and deeper into my skin. "Damnit Sarah!"..is this the part where I yell at him more or not? " I tried. Trust me I did. Losing your mother was as painful as it got, but losing the both of you was the most unbearable. It was all too sudden Sarah! Then the pulling of the life support and you..". Pulling of the life support? What is this man talking about? Please don't tell me! Could he have done it?!
