You know, I'm sorry

"Tell them what happened, Zayn." His name sounds venomous in my mouth. "Tell them how you stood drunk off your asses. Too dumb to notice you're too close to the ledge. Too careless to give a damn about anyone else but yourselves. So f*cking selfish."

I know I'm going too far, specially with my mom standing here. I hear her gasp, I see the tears brimming her eyes.

"I don't even get to be mad at her, because she's dead. She's she one who was scattered on the pavement, painting it red," I pull him from the swing and shove him against the swing set bars. He jerks, but makes no movement to fight me.

"Fight me, you b*stard," I yell, jerking him yet again. I'm just met with more tears. This time, merged with mine.

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