Cade looks up with no expression on his face. His face is still scarred from that night and his nose is still sort of in an awkward position. And I'm glad it is.
"Usually Mom visits. Not you." I look at him with a disgusted face. Does he really think I wanted to see him? Are you kidding me?
"Mom hasn't visited for more than three months. I thought at one point you would convince her. It's not illogical. I know how you feel. So how old are you? It's been so long. I've lost track of how many years it's been it feels like an eternity!" he asks.
"I'm twenty," I say looking at my shoe laces. "Its been about four years, almost five you've been in here. And since dad-."
"Don't you know that I have seen that Dad died. And it was because of me. I have to live with this, Casey! That is the biggest burden anyone can ever live with! Killing your father. Just killing someone is bad enough. I think about my consequences and how it has affected this family all the time!"
"I do too."
Cade calms down. His once fist becomes a shivering hand unable to stop. His breathing becomes more steady. "So, has Mom disowned me? Cuz I don't blame her."
"No," I answer. "She has never felt wrongly of you, Cade." I bite me lip and put my hands on my mouth. He shakes his head.
"No, no, no, no," he mumbles.
"She," I gag, "died!"
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At Your Bedside
Ficção Geral(DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE FAULT IN OUR STARS! MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS!) • I did not create the characters Hazel Grace Lancaster, Isaac, or Augustus Waters, neither made up the book An Imperial Affliction (found in the novel The Fault In Our...
