The Reason

I'm still very shocked at what my dad told me. Why does she want me now? Why not when I was born? Why didn't she just get an abortion? So many things are running through my head right now. Dad told me he was going to go talk to my uncle Mike about things so he left a while ago... I go upstairs and cash down on my bed, trying to sort things out. I begin to think things over and I slowly get angry. How dare she call my dad irresponible when she only had me for a day before leaving me?! And why does she suddenly care?! I get up and scream to the top of my lungs knowing that no one could hear me. I storm into my bathroom and scream louder. I couldn't control myself and punched the mirror making it shatter into pieces and leaving my pale knuckles bleeding. That actually felt good...really good...
I turn on the faucet to have cool water come out. I put my hand under the water and watch as the deep red turns into all shades of pink going down the sink. I hear Char barking from outside my room. I go open the door and fall to knees crying while he nuzzles his face in my side, comforting me. Before I know it, I fall into a deep sleep.

I wake up when I hear a door slam. It must be dad. I slowly get up, careful not to wake up Char and go downstairs to see him talking with Tony.

"I just don't know what to do anymore..."

"Don't worry. With time you'll figure out what to do."

I carefully walk down the stairs and walk up to them. I hug dad first then Tony when he says, "Kitz? What happened to your hand?"
I feel myself go pale before I slowly bring my hand up to look at it. A clear contrast of pale white and bright yet dark red.
"O-oh... I got angry and kinda.... punched...something." I mumbled.
"What'd you punch? Your knuckles look horrible!" he says, holding my hand and pulling it up closer to his face to get a good look at it.
"A mirror..."

Dad was about to say something when Char began to bark. He sighed and walked upstairs to Char to make sure everything was okay. While he went upstairs, Tony walked over to the hallway closet and found the first aid kit we kept in there. He washed my hand and then put some antibiotics on it which hurt like a bitch. Finally, he wrapped my knuckles up in a white gauze.
"Thank you.." I said smiling to him.
"No problem. Shit! I've gotta go sweetie. Tell your dad I say bye yeah?" he said, checking the time on his phone.
"Okay, I will."
He smiled at me, kissed my knuckles, and ran out the door. As I heard his car leave, I walked upstairs to see my dad picking up the pieces of the mirror in my bathroom.
"It's okay.... I'll clean it up. I made this mess anyway.." I said, cleaning up.
"Darling, why were you angry?" he asked quietly.

"I was angry with my mom... for suddenly wanting me when she abandoned me in the first place... and for calling you irresponsible when what she did was worse..." I say shyly. He hugs me and says, "Don't waste your time on her. She isn't worth it. Everything will be fine. I promise." He kissed the top of my head before taking the plastic bag of broken mirror pieces and tossing it away downstairs.

Notes

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