My only wish was to meet him., chapter 2
"JESSICA, I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU," I screamed, slamming my twin sister into our parent's bedroom wall. "YOU'VE GONE TOO FUCKING FAR THIS TIME."
"Gig, calm down, he deserved it," she replied, completely calm as if nothing had happened.
"No one deserved that and no one deserved a daughter like YOU."
"Your just angry, upset whatever but just let me explain and then you'll see the best of it."
"Fine. You've got 5 minutes now speed up."
"Well you see he wasn't really our dad. You see mom's got brown eyes and our so called dad had green."
"He was our dad, you psychopath."
"Shut up and let me finish. You see our mom had blonde hair and dad had brown, while we have this auburn red colour."
"Correction you have auburn, red."
"You used to have it before you went into that fucking stupid stage and dyed it black."
"Well, what ya gonna do about it?"
"Gig, shut the fuck up! So he couldn't actually have been our dad since we look nothing like him."
"We look nothing like mom either."
"Actually we do. We have the same shape eyes and stuff like that."
"Fine. But then Mom would have been the one that cheated ya moron."
"Well, there's always a reason isn't there."
"THAT WAS NO EXCUSE TO KILL HIM," I screamed, slapping her.
"Do that again and you'll pay. I didn't kill him...I helped him along."
"SO WHAT DID YA DO TO HELP HIM ALONG?"
"Well, quite simple really, I put poison in his drink. I knew it would kill him straight away didn't realise it'd cause him to have a heart attack and then die but whatever was more painful."
I slapped her again, shaking my head. "It was no excuse," I mumbled through tears. Our mom had been the one to scream and then she'd run out of the house unable to see him like that. I returned to my room, sitting on my bed I just cried, I couldn't stop myself at the moment it felt like it was the only thing I knew how to do. The song I had written on the day my close friend had died ran through my head. Even though he was older we still got on well...I and his daughter were best friends so I got on really well with the whole family.
"He was a young man
Only in his thirties
He had a daughter
Of only 14
He had a wife
Who's now a widow
All because of cancer
He now is deceased
He passed away this morning
As it spread through his bones
leaving them struggling
To cope threw the day.
Life is now hard 'cause he passed away.
Due to the cancer
People lost a friend
His family lost the treasure he was
The person they loved so much.
No one can replace him
And no one ever will.
This is the cancer that seeped right through.
Just like the hurricane it is.
I knew in my mind that it needed work. I just couldn't bring myself to change it. I didn't know how to cope at the moment; it was like every bit of my life was being torn away.
"Gig, calm down, he deserved it," she replied, completely calm as if nothing had happened.
"No one deserved that and no one deserved a daughter like YOU."
"Your just angry, upset whatever but just let me explain and then you'll see the best of it."
"Fine. You've got 5 minutes now speed up."
"Well you see he wasn't really our dad. You see mom's got brown eyes and our so called dad had green."
"He was our dad, you psychopath."
"Shut up and let me finish. You see our mom had blonde hair and dad had brown, while we have this auburn red colour."
"Correction you have auburn, red."
"You used to have it before you went into that fucking stupid stage and dyed it black."
"Well, what ya gonna do about it?"
"Gig, shut the fuck up! So he couldn't actually have been our dad since we look nothing like him."
"We look nothing like mom either."
"Actually we do. We have the same shape eyes and stuff like that."
"Fine. But then Mom would have been the one that cheated ya moron."
"Well, there's always a reason isn't there."
"THAT WAS NO EXCUSE TO KILL HIM," I screamed, slapping her.
"Do that again and you'll pay. I didn't kill him...I helped him along."
"SO WHAT DID YA DO TO HELP HIM ALONG?"
"Well, quite simple really, I put poison in his drink. I knew it would kill him straight away didn't realise it'd cause him to have a heart attack and then die but whatever was more painful."
I slapped her again, shaking my head. "It was no excuse," I mumbled through tears. Our mom had been the one to scream and then she'd run out of the house unable to see him like that. I returned to my room, sitting on my bed I just cried, I couldn't stop myself at the moment it felt like it was the only thing I knew how to do. The song I had written on the day my close friend had died ran through my head. Even though he was older we still got on well...I and his daughter were best friends so I got on really well with the whole family.
"He was a young man
Only in his thirties
He had a daughter
Of only 14
He had a wife
Who's now a widow
All because of cancer
He now is deceased
He passed away this morning
As it spread through his bones
leaving them struggling
To cope threw the day.
Life is now hard 'cause he passed away.
Due to the cancer
People lost a friend
His family lost the treasure he was
The person they loved so much.
No one can replace him
And no one ever will.
This is the cancer that seeped right through.
Just like the hurricane it is.
I knew in my mind that it needed work. I just couldn't bring myself to change it. I didn't know how to cope at the moment; it was like every bit of my life was being torn away.
