Tattoos and Scars | Rewritten Version

Chapter 45 || Winter Rain

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TRIGGER WARNING: blood. suicide. idk if it's supposedly triggering, but like there are some sensitive people out there. 

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He takes one step closer to me and I take one step back. "Y-you w-w-wanted to s-see me?" Why was I stuttering?

"I need to talk to you. Come inside," He invites, his voice rasp from all those years of drinking and smoking.

"N-no, I'm s-staying out here." My eyes flicker over to the dusty, worn out, cheap couch, which I spent most my nights on, waiting for my dad to return home. It's not like I had my own bedroom anyway. It was a tiny apartment, with only one room.

"Please, come inside," He sounds desperate, but I still shake my head, my feet preparing themselves to make a run for it if he tries to attack me. I was in fight of flight mode, and there was no way I was going to step inside.

I felt slight drops of rain fall down on me before it quickly turns into downpour.

"You'll get a cold," He coaxes. "Come in."

I remembered all the days that my dad had kept me outside in the cold rain. He didn't care then. Why would he care now?

"I won't hurt you." He was treating me like I was some sort of scared animal, that needed constant assurance of safety. Well, if I was an animal, then he was the predator. Prey don't trust predators. I wasn't going to trust my dad.

"I-I've been in the wi-winter r-rain before," I tell him, trying to sound brave, but the truth was, I was scared. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to leave. But at the same time, I wanted to see more of the sober version of him.

By now, my hair is drenched and so is Adrian's sweatshirt. I find myself stepping inside, so Adrian's sweatshirt doesn't get ruined. I stay near the walls. "Take a seat."

"Y-you don't like it w-when I get an-anything wet." My memories flashback to when he had thrown my seven-year-old self off the couch when I sat on it after spending six hours outside in the rain. The rain had started four hours in, and when I came back in, my legs were trembling so I sat down before he had picked me up and flung me across the room.

"I won't mind."

I shake my head, my hand resting on the door so that he won't be able to close it.

"I'm going to l-leave," I tell him, taking a step back from the door, making sure my eyes are on him so he won't try to hurt me.

"Don't. I need to tell you something," He says, almost aggressively. I stop in my tracks. Remember, Adrian is down there. You can always run. Running is always an option. You can scream as well.

"O-okay." I feel my heart begin to race violently and my palms start to get sweaty. Oh God, Bailey. Please don't have a panic attack here. Not here. Out of all places.

"I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for all these years," My dad starts, stepping closer to me. I try to back up, but I'm already against the wall. Oh no, I'm going to get the wall wet! I slightly step forward, hoping that I didn't do too much damage.

"Okay."

"Maybe we can start over? If you can forgive me."

My heart starts to race faster as I inch closer to the door, my hand still blocking him from closing it. "Y-you wanted to see me. I s-saw you. I'm g-g-going to l-leave now," I stammer. He takes a big step closer, grabbing my wrist and slamming the door shut.