I awoke to the poking of my ribs. "Luke leave me alone" I laughed.
"I'm not Luke." The intruder in the hospital room said.
"Then who?" I asked getting up. I scowled, "Harry, What are you doing here?" I spat.
"I'm here to see my step-sister." He retorted.
"Why do you even care? I mean you never did before, especially when you sent the whole school her nudes, as well as with Kate's, her best friend." I targeted.
"Well Luke shouldn't leave his phone behind. And like you care as well?" Harry replied as Michael gritted his teeth. "It's just like it was three years ago. You were partly the reason why Kate killed herself. remember. And now, look. We're right back to where we were. And again it's your fault. Maybe if your hands had stopped swinging and your words had stopped spewing like you were in a confession; maybe your eyes would have seen the pain and damage you caused them. Maybe you could have cared if-" Michael had it, Harry had crossed the line.
"Could have cared! I never stopped. Yes, I know I fucked up and I was partly why Kate killed herself and why Rose tried to kill herself, and I have anger problems. But never have anger problems. But never have I stopped caring. And you have no right to stand there in this room with her and tell me that I do not care. Especially when you never cared for her. If you cared for her you wouldn't have exploited her." I yelled.
"And if you cared you wouldn't have beat her up every single day." he yelled in reply.
"And I apologize. I feel like shit because of what I did . And I'll never forgive myself for what I did. I feel REGRET and I am ASHAMED because of that. the question still remains... Do you? Do you feel REGRET for what you did to Rose; played with her emotions, lied to her, exploited her, and what you did to her best friend?" I said feeling more confident.
"I did nothing to Kate." he said exasperated.
"So you're saying that you didn't rape her; because that's not what Emma and Kate said." I said knowing I caught him.
"I-I. Goodbye." he said and left.
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Why Me?
General FictionAs I enter my house it's the same as usual my mom is ignoring me and playing with my baby sister. I enter my room and open my dresser and pull out my knife. It's actually the only thing that makes me happy nowadays. I pull down my pants and start to...
