Wake. UP. [Book Two]

Second Chance [The Truth]

Y'all ready for this?! *beat drops*

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Lmao let me stop

My eyes fluttered open. The room was a bright white, temporarily blinding me.

I itched my arm and looked around at a blank space.

"Glad to see you're finally awake."

I turned and looked at my dad, who walked over to me.

"What do-"

He shushed me, and took my hand.

"You've been dreaming, Mariah. Everything's that's been happening, never really happened."

"What?"

I was confused. Just a few minutes ago, I was just being hauled by police officers, with the father of my dead baby being arrested.

"You and Jacob never were together. You never lost your virginity, you never became pregnant, and you've never had a miscarriage." He explained.

I couldn't believe him. My heart sped up and I felt lost.

"I know this may seem hard to believe, but I had to do it. Things were spiraling out of control and you were in danger."

"In danger of what?"

"I helplessly watched, as you sold your soul, just to make somebody love you. Making somebody love you, destroys you. Trust me, I know."

He paused, and turned me around where an image of him and mother fighting popped up. My eyes widened at the scene.

"Obsession leads to death Mariah, always remember that."

Dad struck my mother and she fell. I shook at the vibration of hit, turning my head and closing my eyes.

When they reopened, a scene that I vaguely remember showed up. It was a courtroom. Full of people; Jacob, Mr. Lopez and my grandparents were all there. Then, the doors opened up revealing my father being handcuffed, in an orange jumpsuit.

"I was worse than you, on the accounts of my illnesses. Unfortunately, that wasn't a pass."

A tear rolled down my cheek, as the images faded. I wiped it away and looked back at my dad.

"That was the first time I saw you. It was unexpected, because I didn't know you had been born." He confessed.

"You were so small, so weak. I cried when I saw you, my whole body went numb. I thought you were the most precious thing in the world. I was angry because I couldn't hold you longer, and the fact I'd never be able to protect you like I wanted to."

By now I couldn't control my tears. He stroked the side of my face with the back of his hand.

"The same darkness that consumed me, consumed you as well. Of all the things you could've inherited from me, that's what you had to inherit..." He laughed.

"I'm so confused. What do you mean I inherited the darkness?"

He sighed and pulled me into a tight, loving embrace. He kissed the top of my head and stroked my hair.

"I need to tell you the story of how I killed your mother."

My eyes widened and I backed away from him. His eyes were watery, but not a single tear dropped. I shook my head back and forth, whispering no.