No Fears

Chapter 16- Scott

"DAMMIT!" I CUSSED OUT loud as I hit my toe with the couch.

"What is it?" My mother asked from the kitchen. And yeah, she hadn't go back to bed, said she couldn't sleep with all the screaming.

"Nothing I just bumped my toe with the couch." I told her. I walked near her. "We are leaving in a few hours mom, I'm sorry but Steph needs to go back and..."

"You need to be with her, I get it son, don't worry about me." She said placing her hand in my cheek.

"I can't believe this happened." I admitted to her.

"I know Scott, terrible things happen every minute of every day all over the world, and sometimes, they happen to us." She said wisely.

"I just wish it hadn't."

"We all do honey, we all do." She repeated. I nodded. "At what times does your plane takes off?" she asked.

"At eight." I answered.

"Okay, then you go sleep for a few hours and then I'll drive you to the airport." She said.

"Thank you." I told her and then headed to my room. Thankfully, Steph was asleep when I got there, at least one of us would be able to sleep, and I was glad it had been her. I laid on the bed next to her and covered her body with my arms.

God, I had been so scared from the moment she threw her phone to the wall. Then she had that awful panic attack and I didn't know what the hell do to, she wasn't breathing for more than a minute, she was already turning pale, I had no idea how to help her, but then she breathed. And she put herself together for a while. Then she started punching me, and I didn't stop her, if she needed me to be her punching bag, then that was what I would be. I got terrified when she started saying that it had been her fault, that she had killed him, I didn't understand at first, but then I realized she was feeling guilty for what she had said, when she had been proud of it before. I couldn't have that and I explained it to her as good as I could, and I think she understood at the end. I didn't tell her what I really thought still, I didn't tell her that I was relieved her father was dead, out of her and her family's lives for good, that I was glad he couldn't hurt her ever again. I knew that wasn't what she needed to hear right now, but I hoped that maybe someday she'll see that it was for the best. I strongly believed that her father's stroke wasn't an accident or a coincidence, I saw it that in the most twisted way the Universe had given Steph her most profound desire, for him to leave her alone. And yes, maybe killing him off wasn't the best thing, but it wasn't the worst thing either.

I felt like a complete asshole for thinking like that, she had lost a parent and I was glad. How fucked up was that? But he wasn't a parent to her though, he was her dictator, her master, and she didn't deserve to be treated like that, no one did.

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"Scott, it's time to go." My mother said as she walked inside the room. I was awake, I couldn't go to sleep, I had too much stuff in my mind.

"Okay. I'll wake her up." I told her.

"I'll wait for you in the living room, don't rush thought we have time." She said.

I nodded.

"And Scott?" She called me.

"Yeah?"

"I think this is hers, put it in her bag, will you?" She said as she threw Steph's shirt to me. I caught it with my free hand. Then she smiled and walked away. Yes, my mother was the best person in this planet.

I climbed out of bed, put the shirt in her bag and sat next to her.

"Baby, it's time to go. Wake up." I told her in a low voice as I touched her cheek.