Chapter Thirty Eight: Goodbye...

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 Y/N swung her sword in a fit of anger, trying to hit my father but missing every time. He was laughing as she threw all her energy onto him. "Y/N look out!" I shouted. But it was too late, my father tripped Y/N as she dropped her sword. My father stood over her. "You're weak." He said. 

"Selfish,"

"Coward," 

"Horrible mother," 

"Why do you even love my son?" 

"Why do you protect him?" 

"You don't love him,"

"You pity him," 

"Sarah pities you two and so does Maria," 

"Stop it!" She shouted, tears rolling down her face. She got up and punched him in the face. "You'll pay! You'll pay! You'll pay!" She repeated. He grabbed his sword and plunged it through her chest. "Y/N!" I screamed. I grabbed Y/N's sword and stood up not caring about my leg and chopping off my father's head which rolled across the ground. Y/N dropped to the ground with me not that far behind her. I lifted her head up onto my knee and looked down at her fragile face. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault." I whispered. 


~Lila W. 



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