Gone For Good (Book 3)

Chapter 9

Travis' POV

  "You can't fix someone that's this broken." Dalton said and walked away. "How are YOU broken?" I yelled after him. He turned around and was clearly annoyed and pissed off.

  "I get picked on every god damn day. I have no more fucking friends. And every minute I spend breathing, I wish I was dead." he said. "Why?" I asked. "Why do you wish you were dead?". "Look around! This isn't how asked to live my life! I doubt you fucking love me considering the fact that I was in a fucking orphanage with one fucking friend for the first 6 years of my life! Not to mention the fact every fucking kid there was psycho!" he yelled.

  I glanced over Dalton's shoulder and saw everyone watching. They were far but close enough to hear. "Dalton, calm down." I said and tried to comfort him by resting my hand on his shoulder. He looked behind him. He turned around completely. "Kacey, explain to me how the fuck you dealt with this to fucktards!" he yelled. "Because they care about us! Why can't you see that?" she said. "Us? What the hell do you mean us?! They let blondie over here fuck you when you were 16!" he yelled. "Remember when I was 12? They let me run off until it was at least 10! And then didn't say shit when some dude I had just met fucking had to drive me home!" he continued,

  "This isn't a family and it never will be. Teach your son that. Not to care about anyone because honestly, I rather just fucking kill myself." Dalton finished. "Don't say that! That is too much, Dalton. There's a child here." Scott said.

Dalton's POV

Scott told me I said too much. "Scott, I'll stop when I give a fuck about that thing." I said.

   It got quiet. I ran my hands through my hair. I turned to walk away, but I was stopped by Mitch choking out my name. "You could've told us you know. We're your parents. We would like to help you." he said. "Help? That's what you think I need?" I reached behind me and grabbed the pocket knife I kept in my back pocket. "Huh? You think I need help? I could fucking kill myself and I doubt it would matter to any of you." I said. I hadn't realized I was crying until I reached my hand up and wiped away the wetness on my cheeks.

  "Dalton? We're your family. We want to help." Mitch said. "Yeah Dalton! Daddy wants to help you!" Tori's voice yelled from the woods. I looked over and saw her smirking. "Too bad he's faggot." I walked over to her. I pulled my hand back and smacked her as hard as I could. "Just because I fucking pissed at them right now, doesn't mean I won't hesitate fuck someone up for them." I said. She held her cheek and prepared to hit me. "Do it. I dare you." she put her hand down with the look of fear in her eyes. I watched as she walked down the way we had came.

  After she had disappeared out of my sight, I felt someone take the knife I had. I looked down and saw that my hand had been holding the blade. Mitch looked at me. "Come on. I'll take you to the hospital." he said. "The rest of you go back to the pond. We'll be back." he grabbed my arm and we walked back to the car.

  It was a silent car ride. "Mitch? I said. "Yeah?" he asked glancing over at me.

"I'm sorry."