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I fed her and tried to help get rid of her eating disorder, I tried getting her to stop taking the pills and alcohol and even stop the cutting, but fuck, I didn’t do enough. That fucking tears me up inside because she’s still on her shit. How the fuck do you help someone who doesn’t want help?
But whatever. I'll make sure she’s completely healed someday if it’s the last thing I do. Giving up has never been an option for me, and I’m not about to start with that shit now. My girl has no other option other than to get better. I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but I’ll find a way. She deserves nothing but the best from now on and I intend to give it all to her.
I just hope that she’ll let me help her through this, especially through the loss of our child. Just the thought of the baby makes me want to break down. The only thing that’s keeping me going is the fact that I need to stay strong for her. Fuck! I need to get out of this room and get some air before I break down.
Movement from the corner of my eye catches my attention and I look over to see that our dad and her mom are both standing there in the corner, silently watching me and her. Shit, I forgot they were here.
Obviously, they just saw and heard everything that went on between us, but I don’t give a shit. I’m never giving her up no matter what anyone has to say and it’s always going to be that way. I go to walk out of the room without uttering a word to them but my dad calls out to me.
“Son—” he starts but I cut him off.
“I’m not doing this with you right now, Jonathan!” I snap through clenched teeth.
“I’m still your father so don’t be disrespectful!” he says in an angry tone.
“You haven’t been my father in a long time, Jonathan. Not when you missed my games, not when you were gone because you were seeing that homewrecker over there, and not fucking when mom was going through all her shit because of you!” I scoff at him. He has some fucking audacity right now.
“I know I should have handled things better but—”
“Handle things? You didn’t handle shit! You were just a fucking coward, carrying on with all this bullshit. You were cocky, thinking no one would find out about your affair! But guess what? Mom knew and when I found out, she was already fucking dead. Why didn’t you just get a fucking divorce instead of being such a pathetic human being? I was so fucking pissed at you and at her,” I say pointing to Delaney. “Pissed and hurt for Mom that I fucked up and made her pay for shit she had no part of because the adults were fucking fucktards!” I snap at him.
“What did you do? You had sex with her, knowing she’s your sister?” he snaps.
“I did a lot of fucking shit that I will spend the rest of my life making up for. And yes, I did. I wanted her to hurt like I was hurting. But somewhere along the way, all the lines that shouldn’t have been crossed blurred and now I’ll never forgive myself for what I did. I hurt the most important person in the world to me and she’s falling apart because of it,” I say, getting choked up.
“But you can’t—” he starts and I cut him off again.
“Don’t tell me what I can or can’t do, old man. You know, things could have fucking been different if you’d just told Mom you wanted a divorce or dealt with the situation differently. It doesn’t fucking matter now because we’ve all made a mess of things. Raine is the only one who didn’t deserve the pain. That’s my cross to bear and I’ll fix my shit somehow. I’ll tell you this… I don’t give a fuck what you have to say about it because it doesn’t matter, she’s mine. She’s my soul mate. I don’t care about her being my half-sister because she was made for me even though it’s fucked up how her existence came about,” I say. They’re both stunned into silence after my words.
“You can’t be together—”
“Deal with it. She’s mine and I’m never giving her up! You better get used to the idea of us. No one else will heal her like I can, since I’m the one who put her through most of it,” I say as I stomp out of the room, leaving them there still stunned.
I don’t fucking care. I meant what I said. I’m never giving her up. I make my way back to the private waiting room and collapse into one of the chairs. I sit with both elbows on my knees and my head in my hands as I take in a deep breath to calm myself. If I think about all the shit that recently went down, I’ll lose it.
How the hell could everything go so wrong in one night? I thought I was helping her get better, not knowing that she was suffering in silence. Now I’m pissed off again.I swear to God I’m going to murder those two.
How fucking dare the two of them think they could hurt my girl and I wouldn’t eventually find out. I’m so mad at myself that I didn’t know and she didn’t tell me. All this time, I was thinking that she was still mad at me for my shit, not knowing…
I don’t know how long I sit there thinking about my whole life and all things that have gone wrong since my mother died. Damn, if she could see me now, would she hate me? Would she be disappointed in me as a son? Fuck! I hope not because the thought alone makes me want to crumble.
I’m so fucking lost right now.
When I finally have the courage and energy to check on Raine, I get up and make my way back to her room.
Only when I get there, she’s not there.
The only thing here are all the flowers I had sent to her. The room is filled with them but…
Her bed is empty.
The room is empty.
She’s gone…
Twenty-Eight
RAINE
