The tutor - Nash fanfic

Part 3

I froze in my tracks, what did he want now? The 'bitch' part was normal, he called me that every day, but he never said that we needed to talk. He always makes sure that I remember the whole 'you should have died instead of your mom' thing, and he said that he wouldn't want to talk to me that often, so he didn't need to be reminded of the accident. My real dad is not the one who is saying all these things. The alcoholic man in the house who has taken over dad, is. It made me really sad thinking about him, and how he was before.

I got home and parked in my garage as I heard a loud noise. It sounded like a gunfire. I took a knife that was on the desk next to the car and slowly made my way to the door. As I peeked inside, I saw a body laying behind the couch in a blood bath. It was quiet when I opened the door completely. I walked into the living room, only to find my dad laying lifeless behind the couch with a wound on his chest. In his right hand there was a gun.

I started to panic. My dad couldn't leave me like this, alone. I quickly dialed 911 and told them what happened and they said they were on their way. I looked over at the kitchen table and found a bunch of money on top of a note.

Dear (Y/N)

My, now, only daughter. Today I realized everything. I haven't been me. And this whole situation has made me a terrible person. Today I realized that you had to keep up with me and my big mouth for almost three years. I have caused you enough trouble these past years. The money on the table is everything I have left. I hope you one day will forgive me.

Love from dad.

A single tear rolled down my face as I smiled a little to myself. Smiling because he finally realized. I was just hoping that he would show, and tell me differently. I'm not sure it I was very sad, or just very scared. One tiny part of me was relieved. I mean, I loved him very much, but it never felt like he loved me back. He was my dad and all, but he never treated me right. It would be nice to not be afraid of getting home from school for once. But at the same time, he was my dad. He did raise me, not in a good way, but he made sure that I had food.

There was a knock on the door, and I opened to find two guys and a trolley. I pointed at my dad as I wondered why the hell they knocked. I mean, there was a dead man in here, I think it is appropriate to just burst in.

My dad wasn't dead. He missed his heart by half an inch. But he was put in a coma and the doctors had no idea of when he would wake up. I had to say, I was happy that he was still alive. And who knows, maybe he would change for the better this time. So now one of the 'problems' where out of the way, hopefully. The only thing left was Nash and his 'gang'. Speaking of Nash, I forgot my phone-charger at his house. I just had to go get it when I was done at the hospital.

I was sitting in the waiting room when a tall man walked over to me.

"Are you the daughter of Mr.(Y/L/N)?" I nodded as I looked at his name tag. Frank. The name didn't suit him at all. He didn't look like a Frank. He looked more like a Paul, or a Tom.

"Miss?" I realized I had zoned out. I gave him a questioning look.

"How old are you (Y/N)?"

"16, soon 17 though." He smiled at me before writing something down in his paper.

"Well, since you are 16, you can decide whether you want to live with someone, or live by yourself and have someone come check on you once in a while, before you dad returns." Of course I chose the second one. I liked being on my own, so when I got the chance, I took it. My aunt, Jessie, was the one that had to come check on me. But that was fine, she was someone that I actually liked.

All the papers were filled out so I was allowed to go home. I remembered my phone-charger and took a quick turn to the left. When I got to the house, I saw another car. Not Elizabeth's car, because I could see hers in the garage. It was probably his dad's. I walked up to the door, and right before I got the chance to knock, the door opened. In front of me was a beautiful, tall, blond girl, with a cake look going on in her face. She was wearing a short skirt which hardly covered her butt, and a crop top with a smiley on it.

"You!" She looked at me with furious eyes. If looks could kill, I would be gone by now.

"You are the girl tutoring Nash, aren't you?" I didn't say anything. Nash was standing a few feet away from us, just looking at the situation we had over here.

"You bitchy whore!" She yelled before walking passed me, making sure her shoulder bumped into mine, before she got into her car. I had no idea what was going on.

"Who was that?" I asked Nash, giving him a surprised look.

"My ex." I looked behind me to see her struggling to start her car. I laughed quietly for myself.