Chapter 13

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(A/N: While reading this, I suggest you listen to Doubt, by Twenty One Pilots, it will make the chapter better.)

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I spend most of the day moping around. My mom called earlier to tell me that Emma was staying at Kayla's another night. 

When my mom finally came home, she kicked me out of the house and told me to go for a run, since I had not moved from the house since yesterday. She also that if I didn't, I'd get fat, wow, very supportive mom.

She got home at 6, so by the time I got into my workout clothes, it was already dark out. I am wearing a grey tank top, black work out pants, and Nike sneakers. I put my hair up in a high ponytail, before quickly stretching and running out of the driveway to the sidewalk.

I ran a mile and started to run back, when I saw a black Jeep driving behind me. It had been following me for a while, so I started to run faster, only to regret it. God, I needed to work on my cardio.

I was a few houses from my house when I heard the car stop and the driver's door open. I stop and look behind me, only to see the face that I thought I would never see again. 

"Dad?" I squeak, backing away from the car. He takes a shaky step towards me, then another, before he falls face first into the grass. Every instinct in my body is yelling at me to run in the opposite direction, but for some reason I stay

I am tired of running from the truth, I need answers. I sit on the edge of the curb, my back to my father, and stair at my trembling hands.

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"I am so sorry for everything that I have done to you." When I hear my dad's voice, my eyes slit and I ball my hands. 

He reaches inside his pocket and brings out a locket, my locket that he had given me years ago, when he left I threw it out of my window. He carefully opens my hand and places it in my palm. 

I shove it into my pocket and yank my hand away. 

"I know sorry can never, never, make up for the things I have done, but, I need you to know that I love you. I know I left, I was an idiot, I was scared-" 

"Shut the fuck up." I growl, and although silent tears are falling down my face, my voice does not waver, he doesn't deserve to see me weak, he made me this way. 

"Please honey, please listen." My father begs, and although I try everything to tune out his words, I can't. 

"When I left, I had to force myself to stay away. Some people don't talk either because they hate each other, or they love each other. I love you Anna, my beautiful daughter-" My dad stops when he hears me sobbing. 

I fall to my knees and although my vision is clouded by tears, I can see my dad crouching in front of me. 

"You have no idea what you have done to me." I say, my voice quivering and he nods in agreement. "I have no idea the extent of it, but I know that I ruined your lives, I don't deserve you. Please, tell your mother that I love her, please." My dad tells me, before he reaches behind his back and brings out a gun. 

"Holy shit!!!" I scream, scrambling away from him. "First you say you're sorry and now you're going to kill me!?!?!" I shriek, and he takes a step away from me. 

"You think I would kill you?" My dad asks me, his voice cracking. The pain is evident in his eyes and I almost feel bad for him. Almost. 

"Then what are you going to do with that gun?" I challenge, wiping a few stray tears from my cheek. 

"This." He tells me, and puts the gun to his forehead. 

He pulls the trigger and almost immediately, a spray of red spurts out of his head. His body falls to the ground with a loud thud. 

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