It's All My Fault

The Storm

I woke up in a park, I looked at my watch, and it was 12pm in the afternoon. I didn't want to go back to the hotel room; I don't think I ever will. I wandered around noticing that this was the same park Ryan and I had come the first day we met. Remembering that I don't have anywhere to go, I started to dial Ryan's number hoping he'd pick up. He did, and in no longer than 25 minutes the tall handsome boy was walking towards me.

"Hey, why are you out here, I mean how did you get out here?" he asked puzzled because I had had no idea how to get myself around New York.

"It's a long story" I said in a soft voice, remembering the traumatic experience hours ago.

"I have time" He said as he gently reached for my hand and started to fondle with my fingers. I tried to ignore the butterflies I got from his touch.

"My mother died last night Ryan, and it's my fault" I finally said and I looked down as the tears began to form.

"D-Did you kill her?" Ryan asked in a sort of scared tone.

My hands trembled. No, I didn't kill her, but I blamed myself for my father's anger.

"No... I-I got to go" I turned to walk away, not exactly sure where I'm going.

"Let me go with you" Ryan willfully said as he grabbed my hand and stood in front of me.

I couldn't reject him. Damn those innocent hazel eyes, I just wanted to lean in and...

"Jodie! Jodie Harris!" Yelled an angry male voice, I couldn't identify who it belonged to. I turned around; it was him, the man who I am now afraid of, my father.

Before I could run or explain to Ryan, he tightly grabbed my wrist and forced me to go back to the hotel.

"No!" I yelled, "I don't want to go back!"

Ryan tried to push him off.

"Let her go!"

My father spat at Ryan and dragged me along with him back to the place I never wanted to go.

When we finally got to the hotel he pushed me in our room, I tried to catch myself from falling.

"Who the fuck was that guy?!" My father yelled in rage, I saw the anger in his eyes.

"He's just my friend..." I said, not wanting to argue with him in this state.

"Just a friend?" he yelled, "Dave (my step father) was just a FRIEND to your mother and look how they turned out! You're a whore just like her!" He said in an angry tone and gripped my arm.

"Let me go! You fucking killed mom, you shouldn't care about who she dates!" I couldn't help it, I was furious.

After I said that, he slapped me. I was shocked. My mind traced back to two years ago, when he did this and it was okay. It wasn't okay for my anymore. I grabbed the fire extinguisher near me and bashed it on his head, when he fell on the floor he stained the rug with his blood, that came from the wound I gave him on his forehead and he was still. I left the room, this time I'm definitely not coming back.