Chapter Twenty-Eight.
Alaynah's POV:
As Tyler had started to spill his feelings and anger that he's been storing up, he turned back around to face his father that he can't see. Afterward, a tear slipped from his father's eye and my jaw went through the road.
"I'm what?" Tyler sounds really confused, well as am I so I pick up my head a little.
"You're right." I look over to Mr. Nelson, he looks like he has given up. Completely just given up. The sighing in his voice and the amount of effort he's put into fighting back is minimal.
"What? That you're a self centred prick that couldn't give two fucks about anyone but himself?" I lift my eyebrows, both. At the same time. How could he say something like that about his father?
Tyler's POV:
"Tyler! Don't you dare say that about your father, no matter what he has done. It does not give you the right to say that at all." I twist back to Alaynah, her hands straightened by her side.
"I think you should leave." I look at my feet, I can't look at her. Not right now.
After a few seconds I tilt my head slightly up and raise my eyes, she has already turned away and started walking. I shake my head and turn to face someone that I know is there that I can not see..
"Here.." My father appears, I can't even explain the rush of anger that flows through my body at the sight of him.
I think he recognizes it too. "I am actually hologram live right now, so don't try to punch or hit me in any way."
"You don't understand father. All I wanted from you was acceptance, love, even just a sign that you actually cared. But I've never gotten that. Not even when Lucy was alive. She was the favourite, always was and obviously always will be. I'm just so done with being second. At least when she was alive you use to acknowledge that I was! Now. It's like i'm not even here. Invisible to you. She was the only one who was there for me in the dark. Although I wanted to be equal with Lucy toward you and she knew that there was slight competition between me and her for your heart she was still the one to lend a shoulder for me to cry on, she was there when you told me to shut up because you didn't care what I had to say. She was there when I did something that I was proud of and you weren't. She was there when no one else could!" I yell, tear after tear slipping down my face.
"We will not speak of your sister!" Father yells back at me.
"I hate you and I always will!"