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TRIGGER WARNING: blood. suicide. idk if it's supposedly triggering, but like there are some sensitive people out there.
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He takes one step closer to me and I take one step back. "Y-you w-w-wanted to s-see me?" Why was I stuttering?
"I need to talk to you. Come inside," He invites, his voice rasp from all those years of drinking and smoking.
"N-no, I'm s-staying out here." My eyes flicker over to the dusty, worn out, cheap couch, which I spent most my nights on, waiting for my dad to return home. It's not like I had my own bedroom anyway. It was a tiny apartment, with only one room.
"Please, come inside," He sounds desperate, but I still shake my head, my feet preparing themselves to make a run for it if he tries to attack me. I was in fight of flight mode, and there was no way I was going to step inside.
I felt slight drops of rain fall down on me before it quickly turns into downpour.
"You'll get a cold," He coaxes. "Come in."
I remembered all the days that my dad had kept me outside in the cold rain. He didn't care then. Why would he care now?
"I won't hurt you." He was treating me like I was some sort of scared animal, that needed constant assurance of safety. Well, if I was an animal, then he was the predator. Prey don't trust predators. I wasn't going to trust my dad.
"I-I've been in the wi-winter r-rain before," I tell him, trying to sound brave, but the truth was, I was scared. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to leave. But at the same time, I wanted to see more of the sober version of him.
By now, my hair is drenched and so is Adrian's sweatshirt. I find myself stepping inside, so Adrian's sweatshirt doesn't get ruined. I stay near the walls. "Take a seat."
"Y-you don't like it w-when I get an-anything wet." My memories flashback to when he had thrown my seven-year-old self off the couch when I sat on it after spending six hours outside in the rain. The rain had started four hours in, and when I came back in, my legs were trembling so I sat down before he had picked me up and flung me across the room.
"I won't mind."
I shake my head, my hand resting on the door so that he won't be able to close it.
"I'm going to l-leave," I tell him, taking a step back from the door, making sure my eyes are on him so he won't try to hurt me.
"Don't. I need to tell you something," He says, almost aggressively. I stop in my tracks. Remember, Adrian is down there. You can always run. Running is always an option. You can scream as well.
"O-okay." I feel my heart begin to race violently and my palms start to get sweaty. Oh God, Bailey. Please don't have a panic attack here. Not here. Out of all places.
"I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for all these years," My dad starts, stepping closer to me. I try to back up, but I'm already against the wall. Oh no, I'm going to get the wall wet! I slightly step forward, hoping that I didn't do too much damage.
"Okay."
"Maybe we can start over? If you can forgive me."
My heart starts to race faster as I inch closer to the door, my hand still blocking him from closing it. "Y-you wanted to see me. I s-saw you. I'm g-g-going to l-leave now," I stammer. He takes a big step closer, grabbing my wrist and slamming the door shut.
I open my mouth to scream, but no noise comes out of me.
"Please, daughter," He begs. "I want to start a new life with you. Somewhere else." I try to wriggle my wrist out of his grip as my brain starts to feel lighter and the world around me starts to spin.
"N-no," I shake my head violently. "No." I try to force myself not to cry. It always made him angry when I cried, but the tears began to pour out of me at the speed of bullets. "Let me g-go. I w-want to leave."
He lets go of my wrist and I stagger back, quickly reaching over to open the door, but he grabs my wrist once more. I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have agreed. I let my hopes to see him sober blind me. I made a huge mistake.
"Don't leave your dad all alone in here," He whispers rashly. "Stay."
"No," I shake my head. "No. L-let me g-go. P-please."
"If you're not going to forgive me, then I'll kill myself."
"L-let me go!" I cry out. He pulls me further away from the door. "Adrian!" I scream. "Adrian!" I kick my dad in the shins, causing him to let me go while shouting in pain. I back up as fast as I can to the door, horror gripping my body.
That's when he brings out the gun. I freeze. He was going to shoot me. He was going to shoot me. I was going to die! I shouldn't have come here. He points the gun to his head.
"You killed your father. You killed me. You are my murderer."
I shake my head in denial as tears gush down my face. Then he pulls the trigger. My heart stops as his limp body crashes onto the ground and his blood splatters all over Adrian's sweatshirt. The reason why I stepped inside.
I didn't want to get it dirty. Now it was coated in blood. I hear loud knocks on the door, before it turns to kicking.
My heart starts to beat again and I let out a blood curdling scream before I make a run for it.
I swing open the door, only to see Adrian standing there, drenching wet. "Bailey." I run past him, down the stairs and as fast as I could away from my dad, away from my past, away from everything.
"Bailey stop!" I hear Adrian scream, but I keep running as fast as my legs can carry me. I don't know where I'm going but I know that I'm going away from there. It was a bad idea from the start.
Adrian warned me. I knew Mr. Rodriguez didn't want me to go. But I went anyway. How could I even hope for something like that? How could I hope that things could have been better? He didn't even respect my boundaries back there. He grabbed my wrist.
He pushed me too far.
I keep running, my legs begging me to stop. My entire body goes numb as I run as fast I can. "Bailey stop!" Adrian's voice grows louder. He was catching up to me. I ran faster, but it wasn't fast enough.
He caught up with me and went ahead of me, stopping me in my tracks. "He's dead!" I scream. "He's dead. He's dead. He's dead. Adrian, he shot himself," I continue to scream, salty tears streaming down my face only to be washed away by the cold rain.
"Baby," He starts, wrapping his arms around me, and pulling my closer to his body. My breathing turns ragged from all the running that I did.
"You were right," I sob against his chest. "I shouldn't have gone. I had everything right in front of me, yet I went after something I knew was impossible to get."
"It wasn't your fault. Your dad was sick. You aren't to blame."
"Right before he died... He said that I was his murderer."
"No. You weren't. You didn't do shit. None of it was your fault," He hugs me tighter, rubbing circles on my back in hopes to make me feel better.
"I'm sorry, Adrian. I'm sorry you have to see me like this."
"Don't be sorry," He lifts my chin up to face him. "Don't be sorry for showing me any version of you. I'm in love with all of them. I'm in love with you. I love you, Bailey Willow."
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a/n: MY SINGLE ASS CAN'T TAKE WRITING THIS ANYMORE. I'M TOO FUCKING SINGLE FOR THIS. MY HEART CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE.
anyway, i said there won't be 2 updates today, but i got distracted and like whatever. it's fine it's still 2:49 PM i can get my essay done. *nervous laughter* OKAY NOW I'M TURNING OFF WATTPAD! not really. what am i? masochist?
anyway, i hope you liked this chapter. if it made u cry, then yes! it was powerful! but if it didn't, then ð i'm sad.
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