Chapter 13.

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Alida's POV

It was quiet, no one moved a muscle. Alex stared at me with a confused look on her face. The detective, who I think is named Sarah, took out a little notepad.

"How did he kill her? Do you remember what he said?" Sarah said.

"H-he said something about how my mom was going to leave him and he didn't want to loose me so he drugged her drink the day she went to pick me up. He put too much and she overdosed which caused the accident." She nodded.

"I'm going to go and see if I could talk to him." Sarah walked out of the room.

"I'm going to get some coffee. Y'all want anything?" Me and Alex shook our head and her mom left. Alex looked at me, she was still holding my hand and I felt safe next to her.

"Are you okay? You've been through a lot and you're calmer than me." I chuckled and shook my head.

"I'm in pain, but I'm happy feel safe now. What about you?"

"Well I'm going to have a cool scar on my leg after this so everything is fine." She smiled. I looked down at her hands to see them wrapped up. I guess I rubbed them a little too hard cause she winced when I touched it.

"What happened to your hand? And your leg?" Her smile faded and she looked down. She started to cry, I never seen her cry before so I didn't know what to do, mind you I'm in a hospital bed.

"I'm so sorry Alida, I should've argued with the cop to have you for another night all of this wouldn't have happened. You didn't deserve this." I looked at her confused.

"I told you I was used to getting hit like that, why are you crying? I'm okay."

"No Alida you don't get it. I was there when they found you. Your dad knocked out all of the cops but I was still in the car. I got out to look for you myself and I saw your dad carrying you to a car so I went after him. I barley got into the car before your dad started driving off. I had a water gun full of pepper spray and sprayed it in his face. He crashed the car and I flew out and got that deep cut on my leg." She took a breath and I nodded for her to continue.

"Your dad was trying to run away but I got up and tackled him to the ground. I asked him what did he do to you because you was in such bad shape and had no clothes on. And the he told me t-that he r-ra-" I didn't finish listen to what Alex was saying everything when quiet for me. I felt sick to my stomach and sure enough I grabbed the bowl next to me a puked out basically nothing cause I didn't eat anything in a while. Alex rubbed my back as she still cried.

"What happened after he told you?" Alex looked down at her knuckles and back up to me.

"I got mad and I guess I blacked out and started beating him up while he was defenseless. If Sarah didn't come at the right time I could've killed him. They said I nearly beat him the death and he is at risk of not making it because of all the alcohol he has used made his organs weak. I'm so sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" This time it was my turn to rub Alex's back as she continued to cry.

"Because, this could've been all prevented if I didn't let you leave the house that day. And I know your father was a horrible sick person and didn't deserve you, I still feel bad for what I did."

"If it wasn't for you, I would still be with him and probably be in a worse condition then I'm in now. You didn't do anything wrong."

"You aren't upset I hurt him?" I shook my head.

"Why would I? He may be my father by blood but he means nothing to me." She nodded slowly then looked up at me.

"I have something to tell you. I-"

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