When I'm With You (REWRITING)

CHAPTER 10

I look up and my eyes widen. He was absolutely trashed. I couldn't believe that the man sitting in front of me was my father. His hair was partly turning grey and he had tattoos running down on his arms and neck. 

"Dee?" He said it so calmly like he wasn't mad at me for doing this to him. 

His emotionless face slowly turned, making the hairs behind my neck stand you. His eyes spoke pure evil as he tried to get up from his seat. "What are you doing here!" He barked at me making me flinch.  

The chains clashed together, around his arms and held him in his place. "Look at what you've done to me!" He growls. 

"You got yourself into this....." I break my silence, finally speaking up to my father after 2 years.  

"No! No, I didn't. If you didn't leave and tell your fucking grandma! I would still be out there!" He shouts. 

"Thank god I did...." Chills ran down my spine as I let out a shaky breath. "I'd still be stuck with you." 

He had grey hair in patches on his head and his beard. The jail clothes on him made it look like he was finally home, in hell. His face was pretty bruised, probably interaction from other prisoners.

He frowned but it didn't take long for him to cover it with anger.

I shake my head. I didn't want to be here anymore. I saw him. I spoke to him. That's all I wanted to do.

I stand up and walk to the door. "I can't believe it you're my dad. I'm ashamed to even call you it." I say wobbling my head. 

The tears threatened to spill but I couldn't look weak in front of him anymore. 

I knock on the door, hoping the guard would still be there. Thankfully, the heavy metal door opens and the security graud pops his head through. 

I turn away and look at him once more and hopefully the last. "Rot in hell." I spit at him and turn back. 

"You're going to fucking regret this-!" The door slams shut before I could hear anything else. 

I give the reception lady the plastic pass and walk right out of the corrupt atmosphere. 

It was chocking when I was able to breath fresh air, as I speed walked over to my car. 

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I take a deep breathe and take in my surroundings. The sun was out, beaming down on me as I sat down at a wooden bench.

I look up to the grey gravestone through my blurry vision. "God, mummy. I miss you so much." I place yellow roses down on her gravestone. They were her favourite. 

"Sometimes I-I wonder why it was you who was hit. Why couldn't it be me or Dad?" I feel the warm tear slide down my cheek as I choked down on my words. It was so difficult to talk. I haven't visited her in 2 years now, and there was major guilt running through my viens.

I wipe it away and take slow steady breaths. "I feel like if you didn't go, our life wouldn't have turned out like this. The girls and I would have stayed in Sydney, instead of running off to LA.  You would have gone on your book tours every month and bring home souvenirs from around the world...." I sniff. 

"... And Dad would have still been the amazing lawyer he was." I smile through my tears,  imagining how perfect my life was before she left me. 

I close my eyes for a second to keep myself together.

I sniffle and open my eyes to look back at the small grave embedded into the ground. I flinch when I feel a soft hand being placed onto my knee. I look up, beside me and there she was.