The Bad Boy's Sleeping Beauty

Chapter 25

Zayne

"...and after all this time,
we were destined to end up alone,
you were all I had and I loved you, but I let you fall,
please forgive me, never forget me..."

Then, I ceased my strumming and zoned out. Reminiscing about all the good times we spent and cringing at all the horrible times where our hearts broke. I had finished the song and although it was crap I felt that it was fitting for the moment.

I set my guitar down when my father walked into the room. "You wrote that?"

I roll my eyes at his poor attempt to make conversation. "Yeah, I write songs."

He sat down on the bed and fiddled with his fingers, unsure of what to say. "Look, I know I was never there for you guys but I've changed and I'd appreciate it if you'd consider moving here with Carmen and me."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I listened to his absurd offer. "No, I'm old enough to look after myself and Mara and where were you when she lost all movement and had to give up her entire life? Where were you when she had seizures in the middle of the night and when she would get sick and where were you when I wasn't there...and when she died, huh? Where the fuck were you, Chester or should I say Dad?" I spat, tears rolling down my cheeks.

He didn't know what to do, but I didn't need him to do anything. I got up and began to pack away my guitar. I just needed to get away from this place and get back home.

"Goddammit, Zayne! I'm sorry, I was afraid after the accident and I know what I--"

"No! Don't you think I was afraid? I was a child and you just ran and I had to look after her! Do you have any idea how much responsibility that is? I never got to have friends! I lost my chance at happiness and love and now the only person that gave me a reason to live is gone...she's just...gone," my voice cracked towards the end.

I laughed bitterly and began packing my bag. I needed to get Mara.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

I picked up my luggage and my guitar case. I trudged to the room Mara was staying in with my father following behind me.

"Mara, we're leaving," I tell her.

She looks at me, confused at my sudden command. Carmen, my father's girlfriend, stood up as if to protect my little sister.

"Zayne, what's wrong? I'm sure we can talk it out," she calmly stated.

"No, we can't so if you'd kindly move I'd like to take my sister and get out of this damn house!" I was becoming more frustrated by the minute.

Carmen looked at my father, as if she was asking for permission to let me take Mara. I rolled my eyes and pushed Carmen to the side and started packing Mara's bags.

"Zayne," she said.

I looked over at my little sister and my eyes softened. She looked afraid and that broke my heart.

"What's going on? Why are we leaving daddy now?"

My jaw clenched along with my fists when she called him her daddy. He had done nothing to deserve that title and now she--obviously I was not angry her, only him--had handed it to him on a silver platter.