When I was thirteen, I started talking back to dad.
And I told him I hated him one day.
And I googled mom’s death and I broke into the precinct with Ryder and we stole mom’s files and we found out the truth.
And that was the day I understood the meaning of “the ugly truth.”
Dad cried that night and I went home and told him he lied to me and that I knew the truth. And then I told him that I forgave him and then I went straight to bed.
And that night, I had slept like a baby.
Huh. Was I that soulless?
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Complications
Short StoryI hope he can un-complicate me. Well, at least a part of me. Since my past is very complicated, I hope that the future will be bright and simple. The exact opposite of what I am. But we'll see. We'll see. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved
