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“How are the girls?” I ask, bypassing the pleasantries

Dad sits down, his expression sour “Like you really give a damn about either of them”

I sigh and close my eyes “Yell at me all you like, but tell me how they are first Please”

“Stace will be fine She’ll be in hospital for a while, but she’s okay She ruptured her spleen and had to have surgery to re”

Fuck I can’t stand the thought of her being in pain because of me

“And Kara?” I’ anylances I narrow my eyes “Tell me”

“She fractured her spine and probably won’t walk again”

My heart races I lay my head back, overwhelmed with e

“I’ve ruined everything,” Imy eyes

Neither of them speak for a moment, which just makes my anxiety worse Finally, Dad clears his throat

“We can o away”

I let out a laugh Does he think that’s what I want? And there’s no way the ry with ood parenting thing and visit their son in hospital, but I can see it on their faces: they don’t want to be here Allthis one I’ve proved what

I’ useless

“How?” I say, anger pulsing through ry with myself I could have killed them I promised Stace I’d always be there to look after her, and then I pull a stupid move like this

“You agree to go to rehab and get yourself fixed, and this whole o away”