Chapitre 56: You're a monster

Jason Davenport

It took a while to process everything that had just happened.

Amelia had attempted suicide.

Amelia was carrying my child.

Still dazed, I sat on the still cold floor in my wet clothes, my back resting against a raised platform, and I forced myself to think.

Think of the times when I still had mom. Think of the times when Amelia and I had been. . . friendly.

Friendly.

Something cold pumped through me. It felt wrong saying that. Thinking like that. A part of me just couldn't bring myself to accept that fact. To me it felt like betrayal.

And betrayal meant that I was making peace with the cause of mom's death. That I was accepting it, embracing it. And that was something I couldn't do.

I felt helpless and confused.

The reason why I hated Amelia so much was because she was the cause of mom's death. Maybe she wasn't the direct cause, but she was the last remnant of it. Her parents had killed my mom.

My hands were shaking now.