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Prologue

I watched her. Everyday since I could remember all I could do was watch. Now I am watching her again, the difference now is that I have no choice but to not touch her. The nice officer had to stand right next to me to make sure I wouldn’t let my hand wander, because a simple touch could give a wonderful reason why he shouldn’t be put behind bars for life. I hope it’s for life because that bastard actually deserves to be put more than six feet under for what he did to her. I hated him for doing this to her, but I also blame myself for just watching her and not being able to stop him. Every night I’d see his mood change from full of laughter to looks that could chop you up like liver. I still couldn’t understand how she could stay with him for so long, and now look at what happened to her. Her body is cold and bluish-grey. I felt a tear falling down into my hand, only to be followed by more. I turned and looked at the officer and nodded to tell him I am done.

I walked out of the cold room and passed him. He had that smirk on his face as if to tell me she deserved it and it wasn’t his fault that it had to come to this. I stopped just a few feet before I passed him, turned to look at him and made my way to him. He opened his mouth ready to say something but I didn’t let him as my left hand found it’s way to his face. I felt the pain in my hand after the contact with his face.
“I know you really don’t care about me and you sure as hell didn’t care about her. But I swear to God I will make sure these people make your stay here a living hell. I hate you with every fiber in me right for what you did to her, but believe me when I say the only reason why I could possibly love you is because you brought me into this world, but I sure as hell won’t grow up to be the person you are,” I said to him, my teeth clenched.
“Baby girl, if you think you’re hurting my feelings by saying that think aga-”
“I don’t care what I am doing to your so called feelings right now because I already know you’re the coldest son of a bitch alive,” he lifted his arm in an attempt to hit me, but the officer who was in the room with me stopped him and held his arm. “I know your mother hated me and my mother, too. And right now more than anything I wish you could join her and the both of you would rot in hell together.” I looked at him with fury. All my hatred towards was shown in my eyes. I turned away from and walked straight to my car, letting all the tears finally fall as I leaned my head on the steering wheel.

After what seemed like hours but only five minutes I wiped face. I looked at myself through the rearview mirror to see my eyeliner staining my cheeks along with my tears. I had to live on with my life. I wasn’t going to let him ruin it, but I would remember her. My best friend in the world is gone because of him. But I knew her; she wouldn’t want me to cry over her always. I looked at the dashboard where a picture of the both of us displayed itself. I smiled at the memory, then looked up at the sky
“I love you mom…”