Chapter Colin Adams
COLIN ADAMS
Isabelle ran out crying, and I had no idea what to do. I’d been too harsh, but this time she’d left the door open for something like that to happen.
I sat down on one of the couches, staring at nothing.
I felt useless—didn’t know what to say or how to act. The truth was, I was a wreck. I hadn’t felt this wound up in a long time.
“What happened?” Joshua asked, watching me suspiciously.
I wasn’t in the mood to talk. Not now—not while my head was spinning.
“Nothing.”
“Dad…”
“I don’t want to talk,” I said, louder this time, locking eyes with him.
“I just wanted to ask if—”
“I said I don’t want to talk to anyone, Joshua! How many times do I have to say it?!” I yelled.
He suddenly burst into tears, and in that moment I realized what I really was—a monster. I couldn’t even treat my own family right.
“I wish you’d died instead of Mom and Maddison!” he screamed back through his sobs, then ran off, leaving me frozen where I stood.
I didn’t blame him. His father was a despicable man who only thought of himself. He’d probably be better off if they were alive and I was gone.