John
She hates herself for not feeling any guilt over killing her father, but God knows, I want to applaud her for putting an end to that bastard. No wonder I couldn't find her. She was locked up in her house with no way out. I want to beat my own ass for not trying harder, to spare her from the guilt and pain she is feeling. I know she doesn't need me to tell her that I am glad she killed him, that would only add to her guilt. "You did what you had to do. It was him or you and your mother and you did the right thing." I tell her, rubbing my hand over her hair, trying to think of a way to make her pain and guilt less. "I am sorry I stopped looking for you. I wish there was a way to take the pain from you, to spare you of those memories, but the best I can do is be here for you." I tell he
