( as they rode along in the car, bumps and the sounds of the road under them filling her ears in between his words, she held her gaze down onto her lap as she contemplated what he was saying. although he had seemed eager at first to encourage her to get her revenge, it seemed they finally reached a point of mutual understanding.
she had people here now who looked up to her, who wanted good things for her and while she was still feeling that strong taste of revenge on her tongue—
heather knew deep down the fallout wouldn't be worth it. she didn't want to be a bad influence on younger friends like laura or disappoint people like henry who said she had saved him. with a soft sigh she nodded. )
I think that's my biggest issue, she just doesn't understand why it hurt me to kill my father. The first man who was kind and protective to me....who took care of me and loved me when he didn't have to. He wasn't my real father and yet he sacrificed himself for me. She doesn't understand why it hurts to have lost him....
cw: brief murder mentions
she had people here now who looked up to her, who wanted good things for her and while she was still feeling that strong taste of revenge on her tongue—
heather knew deep down the fallout wouldn't be worth it. she didn't want to be a bad influence on younger friends like laura or disappoint people like henry who said she had saved him. with a soft sigh she nodded. )
I think that's my biggest issue, she just doesn't understand why it hurt me to kill my father. The first man who was kind and protective to me....who took care of me and loved me when he didn't have to. He wasn't my real father and yet he sacrificed himself for me. She doesn't understand why it hurts to have lost him....