"Andi!" My Dad called out once the police car arrived to my house. He runs out to me and holds me tight. "Never leave like that again. I was so scared." He whispered into my hair. He lets go of me and looks at me in the eyes. "What happened?" He then asked me.
"Dan, I need to talk to you." Mr. Robbins butted in. "It's about Grace." He then said.
I watch as dads face falls and his already sunken in eyes grow concerned. He glances at me before walking over to Mr. Robbins.
I walk inside and see Liam sitting there with my grandma and James. They immediately stop talking when I walk in.
"Andi." Liam said standing up.
"Get out." I say forcefully.
"What?" He then asks confused. "Andi, I don't know what-"
"I don't want to see you anymore."
"Did I do-"
"Did you not hear me?" I then say in a louder voice. "I said get out. I don't want to see you anymore."
He stands there with hurt and confusion in his eyes. But he doesn't move. He opened his mouth to talk again when James interrupted him.
"Just go." He said softly. "She said to go, so go and stay away."
Liam walked out without saying another word. James comes over to me and embraces me as I internally broke.
"You need some sleep, honey. It's been a long night for you." My grandma said to me.
I pull away from James and nod my head as I walk to my room. I look out my window and still see the lights from the police car, and my dad in tears. I haven't seen him cry like that in a long time.
I change and get into my bed, wondering how I'll ever be able to sleep. Just as my head hits the pillow, my phone dings. I look over and see that it was a message from an unknown. It read, "I'm sorry."
I go into my phone and block the number, knowing exactly who it is.
It's crazy how quickly things change.
I lay there with my eyes closed but had no intentions to sleep. That feeling of wanting leave still lingered in the dark room. How am I suppose to just live life now?
I roll over and look at the clock. It read 2 a.m. I get up and walk into the bathroom and don't recognize the person standing before me.
I take a closer look and see that it wasn't me at all. It was my mom. She was wearing what she wore on the day she died, and there was still that read stain where her heart laid.
She had a solemn look on her face. I turn my head and she did the same. I lean in closer. I shut my eyes to open them again. She was gone.
Now it was just me. My hazel eyes were decorated with bags underneath them and my face was pale. As if I hadn't seen the sun in ages.
"I'm sorry." A voice whispers from the doorway. It was Dad. "Mr. Robbins told me everything. And I never want you to go back to that house or have any-"
"I know." I said in a raspy voice. "I don't want anything to do with that family." I take a breath and pull my eyes from my reflection. "What are they going to do to Mr. Finely?"
" I don't know, sweetie. He said that they're not sure he can do much because he has a mental condition. But if that's the case then I'm going to fight it. He could've - he could've killed you tonight." His voice grew to a bare whisper.
"He though I was Mom." I say with no emotion. "He thought I was mom, and when I was in my car, I did want to be mom. Because she's dead." My voice cracked at the sound and content of my voice.
"Andria." He states before wrapping his arms around me. "I know. I know it's hard, probably the hardest thing you'll ever grow through. But doing that to yourself isn't the answer. It never is. Every problem, every argument, every mistake you make is only temporary. That solution is permanent. You don't want to have a permanent solution to temporary problem. It doesn't fix anything."
