Look After You {Sequel To Lost In Stereo}

Chapter Twelve-Should

"She was scared, unprepared, lost in the dark, falling apart." -Demi Lovato, Two Worlds Collide

I wasn't sure what I was meant to be feeling. Was I meant to be annoyed that dad waited this long to tell me everything, or just pissed that for thirteen years of my life I actually thought the bitch who gave birth to me was a nice human being...

I should be pissed at both of them...

But I wasn't. I felt nothing but absolute hatred towards my mother, and wished she was alive to see me hate her that way, yet I felt nothing like that towards dad.

He didn't fucking kidnap me...

I tossed and turned in my bed, my mind racing with thoughts. What kind of a person fakes their own death? Then kidnaps their kid? Can you even kidnap your own kid...? I don't even think thats legal... I don't think killing yourself while living is legal... God I was right, I do have more issues than the girls in Pretty Little Liars...

I sighed before kicking my blanket off and sitting up on my bed. I opened the top draw off my bedside table grabbing my mothers ring from the place I'd left it.

I usually never took it off, but after what dad said I hadn't wasted time in ripping the chain from my neck. I wasn't sure what I was doing as I stalked out of my bedroom and down the staircase, my bare feet touching the cold wooden floor boards.

The whole house was dark, not a single was light on. But why would there be lights on at two in the morning.

I stalked into the foyer, the ring in my hands, the cool silver touch making me want to scream. I didn't even know how to destroy jewellery. I'd never wanted to destroy jewellery. God I hardly wore jewellery!

I entered the kitchen, slamming the ring on the bench before pulling a knife from the draw.

I hope you can cut rings...

I banged the knife down on the ring, slightly making a mark on the silver. So I banged the knife down again. And again. Then again. Getting more and more frustrated as nothing happened to the ring.

How hard is it to make a bloody ring break?

I was crying harder with every second that passed. Desperately just wanting to see the ring destroyed. Only trying to stop when the foyer lights were flicked on.

"Get rid of it." I managed as dad walked into the kitchen, staring at me with sympathy.

How could he feel sympathetic for me? If he hadn't hooked up with that whore I never would've been born.

"Sweetie-"

"Just get rid of the stupid ring! I don't want anything of hers! Get rid of it..."

"Love just calm down," Dad murmured. "Just calm down. You're obviously upset about everything-"

"Can you tell me something I don't know?" I hissed through tears. "I don't want anything of hers!"

There's something weird about crying. When you're full on crying somehow it seems hard to breath. Your breath gets shaky. Your eyes go sore. And sometimes you can hardly know what you're doing. Sometimes it feels like you're watching yourself instead of actually doing anything. I wanted to keep banging the knife on the stupid thing but the knife was already ripped from my grasp, and every time
I reached out to grab it again dad would stop me. I had no idea what he was saying to me but I didn't care. I wanted that knife. And whether it was to cut the ring or myself I don't know.

"Tells stop." Dad snapped. "Darlin-"

"Just let me get rid of it." I chocked out. "Please."

"Okay sweetie, I'll get rid of it. You just need to calm down-"