Aftermath

22

Shiloh

I winced when the door slammed shut. If only she knew this is for her own good.

I can hear the door open again. If she was back I don't know how I am going to handle breaking her heart twice.

"Good job son!" I could hear the arrogance in my fathers voice.

I cut my eyes at him. I hated him, with every fiber in me. I wish he would drop dead already.

"Did she believe you?" He asked grinning.

"The fuck do you think?" I growled at him.

"Calm down you're not really in love with her are you?" He began. "Cause if you are this must be extremelyyy difficult." He said dragging the word to make me even more piss.

"Fuck you!" I screamed, spit flying in his direction.

"No Fuck you!" He said getting in my face.

"You killed my Fucking daughters! Your sisters! For a bitch!"

I sighed. Already knowing what he was going to say. I don't feel guilty for not stopping Dijon. They were just as fucked up as him. It just hurts so damn much for him to show any emotion after all these years when he treated me like the help.

"If that is all. I would like to go to sleep now."

"Your mother should've aborted you."

I winced involuntarily.

He's being emotional again. Where the fuck was this emotion when I was growing up?

I can smell the alcohol on his breath. He look like he aged a bit. His eyes filled with hatred and.... pain.

That's new.

"You let Diana touch me." I said slowly, it felt like acid was being poured down my throat as I bought up the actions of my wicked stepmother.

"You watched her subtle touches and never said a word. YOU KNEW WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING AND DIDN'T SAY A FUCKING THING." I almost growled the words at him. But I bit back the bile that was forming in my throat.

"I didn't know-"

"You fucking knew! You knew about the drugs she made me take, you knew about everything and you watch my innocence die when you could've saved me."

"Son-"

" I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING SON!"

The hurt in his eyes. I didn't like it, I didn't want any of this. I wanted him to see me, to be proud of me. But he left me a long time ago. The Shiloh I was died a long time ago. I died a long time ago, especially since I let the only chance of love leave. I don't deserve her.

"I gotta go get her." I said attempting to get out of the hospital bed.

"Get who?"

"I got to go get her."

"You're not going no fucking where until you tell me where Amir is."

"I can tell you where he isn't, on my dick like you are." I said with as much venom I could muster.

"I can just go kill that girl you're in love with."

"Don't touch her. I did everything that you asked." I began to beg.

"Shut the fuck up. Where is Amir or she's dead."

"If you touch her-"

"I won't have to if you tell me where the fuck is Amir."

"You know what dear ole dad." I said attempting to stand again. When I finally succeeded, I got in his face. He looked terrified.

"I am done being your puppet. If you attempt to touch Meadow, I will kill you. They should've shot you instead of my uncle. You piece of shit.

"Think about what you're doing son."

I tensed up at the word "son". Rolling my neck to get the kinks out I faced him again.

"I am not your Fucking son."

I snatched the cord attached to my body. Even though that shit burned like I snatched my skin off. I walked away from my father and this time I think I'll finally be free of him.

Now I need to go get my girl.

*

Meadow

Life wasn't making sense. I was questioning everything and my heart hurt, I didn't think it was possible. I was use to death but the thought of my grandmother being dead could push me over the edge.

I thought about all of this as I sat across from her while she laid in that hospital bed fighting for her life. I felt like I was drowning at every moment and my liveliness was leaving my body every second she stayed like this.

"I am so sorry grandma. You always been the glue and I was just so weak... I can't believe I'm losing you."

I cried softly, praying she'll be okay.

"Meadow baby."

My heart jumped.

"Grandma!"

"Listen baby. I don't have much time."

"What are you talking about?" I asked concern embedded in my words. I felt my chest tightening.

"I can feel it baby. But that doesn't matter."

"NURSE! DOCTOR! ANYONE!"

"Listen to me! It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does! Please don't leave me. Shiloh broke my heart I can't bear it."

"I'm sorry about him baby but it'll be okay. Give it Time. But listen Meadow, I need you to know who did this to me."

"Who!?" I said jumping up ready to unleash my wraith.

"Haz-" she began coughing.

"Shhh you need your rest."

"My baby Hazel did this to me." I could see her wet eyes and felt my soul leave my body.

Hazel?

Hazel...?

HAZEL!

Her voice was soft, brittle and barely audible. "I love you Meadow."

"I love you too Grannyma."

The sound of the monitor flatlining felt like a thousand knifes cutting into my flesh. Like I was in a middle of a gun fight. Like a meteor hit me. Like I was being jumped by big Barley men. I felt like I was dying all over again.

The doctors rushed in but it was too fucking late.

I started beating the chest of one of the doctors.

"You're too fucking late!" I cried. He grabbed my arms, guiding me to the hospital chair that was further away from the bed.

I don't know what told me to look up but I felt someone watching me. There was someone watching the whole thing, an individual. Is she crying?

Wiping my eyes to clear my vision. I jumped up figuring out who the weeping woman was.

"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" I said leaping at Hazel but I felt strong arms holding me back.

I felt the syringe go deep into my neck. I started to feel groggy. Hazel becoming a blur.

"Mark my words.... you're dead."