The Principal 2

Chapter 22

**So tomorrow is the last day of school which is vvv exciting this year flew by***
-Jessica-
-June 10-

So we got back from Boston a few days ago, I kinda miss it. I mean a was there for 4 years. I've been chilling with my dad since than. I really need to talk to him, I feel we've just been ignoring everything that's happened. We need to speak about it, we can't just act like nothing happened. We've been trying to avoid it for too long.

"Dad, we need to talk," I start putting my hand on his shoulder and turning him around to face me. I need answers.

He takes a seat on the couch, "about," he says a bit confused.

"We can't just act like nothing happened people died, you killed Luke's brother and others, I just need to understand what was going through your head."

"If I could I would go back, and redo this all over, but you and I both know I can't."

"Dad, it's not okay, and since you did that Luke doesn't have a family, you murdered innocent people, we can't just act like none of that happened."

"I had to make him believe I was really on his side, so that I could know his next moves and protect you, you don't understand, I wake up with that guilt everyday," he tells me frowning.

"Dad, everything is just so screwed up, I can't live like this anymore, I won't," I say looking behind him rather than at him.

"What I did was horrible and I'm not going to make up any excuses, but I did what I felt was necessary at the time."

"You've hurt a lot of people, and I still love you, even if I feel like I shouldn't. You were my hero, I still feel like you are in a way," I admit.

"I want to be your hero," he says looking into my eyes.

"I find it hard to forgive you."

"I know, I haven't made the best decisions."

"I know humans make mistakes, but you've made some pretty big mistakes."

"I find it hard to forgive myself. The guilt will always be there, but what do you want me to do about it," he says looking down.

"I'm sorry about selling the house, I thought you were dead, but this apartment seems to be working out," I say changing the subject.

"Honestly, I probably would have sold it too."

"Okay, because I felt bad about it."

"No don't, you did what you thought was necessary."

I nod my head not saying anything.

The doorbell interrupts our conversation. I quickly get up and slowly open the front door. Detective Kenneth is standing there with his hands in his pockets. Why is he here? I prepare myself for bad news.

"Can I come in," he asks observing the small portion of the apartment that he can see.

"Sure, I say stepping aside to let him in, I close and lock the door once he is inside. He follows me to the living room where he takes a seat on the opposite couch from my father and I.