You've been on the road for 3 hours, but you haven't really noticed. Lately, your attitude has been one of empathy, nothing really seems to make you happy or excited anymore. These 3 weeks have brought nothing but trouble for you and frankly, if this onset of misfortune doesn't come to a halt soon, you may not be around for much longer.
Maybe it's time to let her go, cause your feelings have brought nothing but disappointment and heartbreak. You so want to get rid of these feelings and never talk to her again, but it's impossible for you. You've already dug a hole so deep, might as well not even think about getting out. Even though she treated you with such poor regards, the thought of forgiving happens to cross your mind.
People do pretty foolish things when they're falling in love, No?
The radio served as background music, but now you've zeroed in on the current song playing. You can literally feel your insides flipping and your face turns into one of disgust. In a quick motion you slam your hand on the knob of the radio to turn the song off. You never thought a song could conjure up so much fire inside your heart. "You've got a friend in me" the song you and your father cherished long before he went to jail. He is also the reason why you hate movies so much. Every other day you 2 would bond by sitting on the couch, watching all the Disney classics...especially Toy Story. So when people ask why you hate movies so much, you cover it up with a simple "too predictable." You don't want anyone to know of the past you share with that monster.
What happened that night still plays into your memory, and it always leaves you wanting to go after him, but you stop. You're better than this. You will not turn into your father, someone who acts irrational out of rage.
Rewind - January 16, 2008 - You next door neighbor was having a sleepover and this was the first one you've ever been to. You couldn't help but feel excited, but you noticed a strange vibe coming between your parents these past couple of days. Usually they were really touchy feely and snuggly, but their tones were clipped and their actions distant. You shook off that feeling and went over to your friends house. It was about 10:16PM when you realized you forgot your sleeping bag, it shouldn't be of much harm since your house was right next door, so you ventured over. As you walked up the brick steps of your house you heard screaming, then a big slam after that.
Fear overtook your heart, but you ignored it and swung the door open. Your eyes watered at the sight and your brain went into overdrive.
Your father was choking your mother on the floor, blood spilling from her head from the vase he smashed onto her head a couple seconds ago. A few seconds passed by and he was still clutching onto her neck, her eyes were shut from the beating he gave her. You registered the words he was screaming at her. "You're cheating on me, aren't you!?, I know it! Don't you dare try to lie to me! I'm gonna fucking kill you" But she never responded and enough was enough. You sprinted up to him and tackled him into the china cabinet and managed to get 4 solid punches to his face before he punched you, sending you flying into the nearby kitchen table.
He wasn't fast enough to get back to beating her, cause in that small interval of time that he crawled back to her, you grabbed one of the metal chairs and limped up to him, slamming it into the back of his head.
He collapsed onto your mom's stomach, and you immediately kicked him off. You couldn't hold back the tears and immediately checked to see if she was alive. A sense of relief washed over you as you saw that she was breathing and that her heart was still beating...though it was very faint. Calling 911 you reported the incident and your father was literally dragged to a jail cell.
A month later your father was ordered to 15 years for attempted manslaughter and as he walked out of the court room he stared you dead in the eyes, and said his final words before leaving. "I'll hate you for an eternity, Beca Mitchell."
You just stared at him, not a look of sadness, or pain, but rather a look of hatred, something you've never felt with anyone before. If there wasn't any security around you'd jump over the table and beat the living daylights out of him, probably killing him. And if he were to die, you'd revive him again and kill him 20 more times. No one lays a hand on your mom and gets away with it.
As you were walking out of the court room an older blonde woman gets in front of you, and you try to move out of the way but she's blocking you. Feeling the rage inside you starting to rise, you say as politely as you can, "Excuse me, MISS." But she's not budging. You're about to snap on her when she raises her index finger and points at you. "You ruined my life!"..."We were supposed to get MARRIED!, now it's all your fault my FIANCE is in jail!"
You stare at her in exasperation...
Fiancé...
Then you explode " y-KNOW WHAT? He's a nO GOOD FATHER ANYWAY! HE'S A FUCKING DEAD BEAT! AND YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? A HOMEWRECKER! YOU CAN'T FUCKING FIND SOMEONE OF YOUR OWN SO YOU STEAL ANOTHER MARRIED WOMANS MAN! YOU'RE PATHETIC, AND SO IS HE!"
As you're walking home the thought dawns on you...
..He tried to blame your mom for cheating on him, because he felt guilty for cheating on her...
What a fucking coward
Present - Sunday - 12:16PM
You stare out the window of that little coffee shop, and nothing seems to be in your mind at the moment. You and Jesse were suppose to meet up but of course he's running a little late.
22 minutes pass and he finally shows up, giving you some lame excuse about his car but you don't really seem to care. Conversation flows rather easily, and you end up telling him about the way Chloe's been towards you
"Sounds to me like she's a little jealous..." He says to be matter of fact
You furrow your eyebrows "Why should she be jealous?...I only have eyes for her...But I guess that doesn't really matter anymore." You say as your demeanor slumps
"I- Jess, this whole having a crush thing is killing me, I can't do this, it's too much. That's all I can think about, besides protecting my mom from my dad and-"
He grabs your hand and shushes you
"You need some rest, go home and we'll meet up soon for another coffee break."
1:11PM - Is the time you enter your house, and it's unlocked, which is strange because even if your mother's home, it stays locked. Part of the procedure of remaining safe. Usually you'd hear the sink running, or your mother humming...but it's quiet...a little..too quiet. All you can hear is the squeak of the floor boards from your shoes as you progress into the house.
"Mom...?"
Then something hits you in the back of your head and you fall into one of the cabinets knocking down all the dishes inside hitting and cutting you as you collapse down to the floor.
Black is what you see
But screaming is what you hear
It's not soon before you pass out
You wake up and your vision is extremely distorted. You can make out a couple figures but it hurts too much to concentrate so you close your eyes and fall asleep again.
The next time you open your eyes you can see a little better now and your mom is holding your hand and crying.
"Mom...?" Hopefully this time something won't hit the back of your head
Your mom looks up and has a relieved smile on her face, despite her teary eyes
"What happened?" you croak out; Literally, you can hear the blood surging through your brain and it's nauseating
"...Your father broke out of jail and attacked you, I didn't know he had broken into the house cause I was out back working on the garden. When I heard all the ruckus I ran in with my shovel and saw him over you..." Her voice was starting to break
"He tri-tried to..."
You stopped her and patted her hair
She continued though "I beat him with the shovel and now...he's d-"
"Mom, you did what you had to do, or else he would've gone after you. Thank you for saving my life." you said squeezing her hand a little
Jessie was out when you woke up but he was relieved to see you when he got back
"Becs, I'm so glad you're doing better, Hey, should I call the girls to tell them what happened?...I think they'd like to know...especially...Chloe."
You cock your head to the side as your eyebrows furrow in confusion...the question you asks leaves him wide eyed
..."Who's Chloe..?"