CHAPTER 45
As I was standing in that hospital room, I was growing more and more nervous by the second as I looked at my father and then at the guy that saved me from the lake. I didn’t even know who this guy was and why was he still standing here? He was facing my father and he didn’t seem scared at all. No one ever looked at my father like that before. Why is he standing up to my father?
I was grateful for his intervention, sort of, since it’s something that I have never experienced.
Not directed at me anyway.
But this guy was looking at my father and then back at me. And I could tell, without him saying anything, that he was sizing my father up. He didn’t trust him. He moved to stand in front of me, rather protectively.
My hands started shaking and I was having trouble breathing.
I was scared that he was going to provoke my father and I really didn’t want him to get hurt because of me. I’m not worth it. So I reached out and touched the stranger on the arm.
“Who are you?” Dad asked.
“I don’t think you need to worry about that.” The guy said.
“She’s my daughter. I have every right to know who you are.” Dad insisted.
“I’m the one that saved her. Where were you?” He asked dad. And I shrunk down a little as he said that to dad. What the hell was he thinking?
“Hey. Maybe you should just go.” I said, softly.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m pretty comfortable right here.” He said. Looking back at my father, he crossed his arms across his chest.
Oh shit. This isn’t good. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. Why would he do something like this for someone he doesn’t know? Especially for me. He’s only going to make things worse for me. I don’t want that. I can’t have dad being any more mad at me then he already is.
“I’m really thankful that you helped me today. But you really have to leave now. Just go.” I said. And he turned to look at me.
My face had softened a little, even though it was just an act for him so he would leave. “Really. I am so thankful that you were there. I’ll never forget it.” I said.
“Okay. Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” He asked.
“I’m sure.” I said.
“I’m Jax, by the way.” He said.
“Skylar.” I said.
So he smiled at me as he said my name back to me and he grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair that he’d been sitting on. He took one more look back at my father who was still sporting that fake smile but Jax walked past him and out of the room.
I saw that he was standing in the hall looking in the window but I nodded my head, telling him to go without my dad seeing.
After Jax left, dad slowly walked towards my bed that I was standing next to and he grabbed my arm and forced me to sit on the bed and he leaned down so his mouth was right next to my ear.
“You have fucked everything up, do you realize that?” He asked with malice in his voice. But what really scared me was how calm he was saying it. He wasn’t yelling, he wasn’t raising his voice at all. It gave me a chill down my spine. “You being brought to the hospital has drawn attention to your injuries. All those lovely little reminders that I have given you to remember me by. They saw the scars when they put you in that gown. And now social services are involved. And I don’t need to tell you that it’s created a pretty big problem for me. Not to mention, that new little boyfriend of yours probably saw them as well. Do you really think he will want anything to do with you knowing how damaged you are?” He asked, softly and coldly.
I tried to recoil but he put his hand on my arm and wouldn’t let me go anywhere. “How many more people do I have to kill to make you obedient?” He said through gritted teeth.
That brought back so many memories that I really wanted to keep buried. Memories going back to when I was little. The faces of the people that my father has killed just to ensure my compliance. Just to scare me into obeying him. Threatening me, that if I didn’t obey him then I would end up the same way.
I know I just tried to kill myself. But if it was left up to my dad, it wouldn’t be quick. He made me watch with the others. I know exactly what he’s capable of.
And I know how long he can keep someone alive, but in excruciating pain, just for his pleasure. Keeping them in so much pain that they are begging him to kill them. Torturing them to the point where death was considered a blessing.
I started trembling at the thought of this monster standing right in front of me. A monster that I had to call ‘dad’. I share his blood. And I know what that means.
Some of that darkness is in me as well. Which made me want to be violently ill.
How could i be related to this man? Why couldn’t mom have picked anyone else?
I know that I can’t blame her. I don’t know her side of the story. She was a lot younger than dad and he might have been a nice guy when they met.
But something definitely changed along the way. I remember mom once telling me that he used to make her laugh all the time.
But I never saw that. I never saw him make her laugh, ever.
She always seemed so miserable with him. And then she just disappeared when I was 5. I know that there is more to the story, but there’s no way I am going to get it out of him.
Mom was kind and sweet. She had the most beautiful smile. She was always paying me so much attention.
I hope I turn out like her. Not him. That’s the only thing I really want out of life. Not to turn out like my father.
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