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get over it

"what the fuck happened dad?" i exasperated, barging into his room. i crossed my arms.

it was not a pleasant sight to see your dad having bandages everywhere. "you were drunk driving dad!" i cried, not letting him a chance to answer my first question.

"emily. i saw her." he whispered. i stopped walking and gave him a bewildered look.

"mom is dead! get over it!" i cried again. the words were weird in it felt like it was just forced to come off my tongue.

his face had a look of uncertainty. "she was dancing with another guy lily, you have to believe me." he tried.

"look dad, she's dead. you saw a girl who looks like her and you were upset." i broke it down to him.

he nodded but he still wasn't buying it, i know. "you were drunk driving. you hit another person with your problems!" then i was back to base one again.

being vulnerable. it wasn't a thing i was fond of now. i hated showing weakness to everyone––so they could step and pick on me.

"he has a worse case than yours." my breath hitched slightly. if he's found guilty in court then i would have no one to be with. i'm all alone again.

he nodded and smiled. "i deserve this, lily. i'm facing the consequences of everything i did wrong. it was meant to be."

i have so many questions that were forming in my head to ask him. what did he do wrong? was it really mom he saw? where will i stay with a legal guardian? 

"miss? visiting hours for mornings is now over. come back later at 4 pm to see your father." the nurse politely said. 

i smiled at her and nodded. i left the room with a hundred questions popping inside my mind.