It's Not My Fault.

Chapter 2

''Previously On, It's Not My Fault...''

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I can picture Anne laying on the ground with a pool of blood seeping out of a hole from her stomach. That's all it took for me to lunge at him and pull the knife out and stab it in his other shoulder.

"Why?! You're such a prick! You could have killed my sister! If she dies, I will come for you and kill you!" I scream as I ball my fists tight.

"Who are you anyways?!" I yell as I sit him up against a wall.

"I'm Anne's father." He says sadly.

What the actual fuck?!

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(ALEXANDRA'S POV)

I stood there, expression stunned.

"What do you mean, Anne's father? He died two years ago." I say, trying not to freak out. "Charlie!" I yell out to him. He runs out of the house alarmed. "He says he is Anne's dad." Charlie looks confused but then, all of a sudden he is running towards the guy in front of me.

"Why would you try to kill your own daughter if you're her father?!" Charlie started to punch him in the face. "You're sick and twisted. You deserve to rot in hell!!" He yells and gets off him.

"I faked my death to get out of that hellhole." Blood was spat from his mouth as he continued, "I see Anne has a wonderful family without me...'' He murmured softly.

"No she doesn't... Her mother beats her because she blames her for your death! Brandon raped her three weeks after you died. Or so we thought. She never had a wonderful family until we came into her life."

He looked dumbfounded after I informed him about his wrong theories of Anne's 'wonderful' family. Rolling my eyes his way and fold my arms tightly over my chest as I commence to listen to what he had to say, "How... how could that be? Ashley would never harm a fly. Brandon is a young, caring, independent man. How could he do such a thing to a Anne?"

"You don't know about Billy, do you?" I asked in pure disbelief.

"Billy?... That name doesn't ring a bell." He said as he sat there thinking.

"Your five year old son!" I yelled once again. He had a look of pure surprise on his face. I wouldn't be shocked. "You never got to see or meet him before. You weren't in the hospital when Ashley was giving birth to him because God knows where you were at that time. He was raised by his grandparents for three years. Then two painful years later, you died and never met him. You're a dick for faking your death." I'm ready to yank the knife out of his shoulder now.

"I deserve to be called a dick-" I cut him off, "You deserve worse."

"As I was saying. I would have never meant for my daughter to be in harms way. Even less by my ex wife and son." He finishes off.

"It's all your fault." Charlie lets go of me. "Why did you shoot her?" I asked, now sitting on the ground in front of him with Charlie by my side.

"I was sent to do it." He said with an uneasy feeling laced in his voice.

"What? What do you mean you were sent to?"

"I work with a large group of psychotic people who kill the people they can't have. So a young man sent me to. When I found out who it was I was devastated about it. He was and still is obsessed and possessive over Anne. 'The Crazed' he calls it."