sexual. || Enoch O'Connor (completed)

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"That's my... my father."

We stay silent as I look at the picture of him in his late teens, surrounded by a ring of water, his hands raised at his sides and slightly blurry, like he was moving them at the time.

"Why didn't she tell me.." I finally manage to say.

"Why did who te-"

"My mother!" I yell and throw the picture down.

"She knew! I know she did. And she just... left me!" My voice cracks as the tears enter my eyes.

"Vivian, calm down please." Enoch says and reaches for my hand. I quickly pull my arm away.

"Why did you show me this?" I say through my teeth.

"I thought you'd like to see it..." he says confused.

"Why would I want to see the man who left me and my mother... alone." I say.

"Sorry for trying to help!" He says loudly.

"Help? Help?! This wasn't helping Eno-"

"You know what, I don't want to hear it. Maybe if you weren't such a bitch I'd care! But no, you're like the rest of them. You had me fooled, Vivian. I thought you cared for me, like no one else does! Olive just likes me for my looks, and I guess that's all 'care' I get. Take the stupid book, and get out of my room." He says and shoves the journal into my chest. He picks up the picture and hands it to me. I take it and the book and walk to the door. Tears rushing down my face and neck.

I do care... but I can't say anything.

"Leave! Don't even look at me anymore!" He yells.

My throat burns but I can't bear to say the words that are building up in my throat.

I close the door and walk into my room across the hall.

I slam the door and collapse onto my bed. I take a pillow and bury my face into it, screaming as loud as I can. Letting the poor pillow muffle my sounds of anger, regret, and sadness all at once.

When all of the air is out of my lungs, I stay there. Not lifting my face. My lungs burn but I don't take it, that last breath. My head spins and my body goes weak. I hear the door slam open before everything goes black.

Emma's point of view.

I hear muffled yelling and look up to the rooms, still holding of of Claire's dolls in my hand. The yelling stops and I hear a slam. I stand up, dropping the doll and going as fast as my lead boots with let me up the stairs.

I run to mine and Vivian's room and try to open it. I hear muffled screaming and I wiggle the doorknob.

"Vivian! Vivian let me in!" I yell and bang on the door. No answer.

"Enoch! Enoch help me!" I yell and I hear the door click behind me. He pushes me out of the way and tries to open the door, with no luck like me.

The screaming stops, I press my ear to the door and there no noise.

"Move." Enoch says. I back away and watch as he lifts his leg up. His foot slams into the door, forcing it open.

I rush in and see Vivian's limp body with her arms under the pillow.

"She's not breathing." I say to Enoch. His eyes go wide and he runs out of the room.

I rush to her and roll he onto her back, her face is slightly red and going purple.

"Vivian! Please wake up, please." I say and shake her, not knowing what else to do.

"Help her you bastard!" Enoch yells and drags Edgar by his collar over to the bed.