TW: SUICIDE, GRIEF, VIOLENCE
(Song: “Broken Pieces Shine” by Evanescence)
Mel’s POV
It has been three days since Mom died, and my asshole of a father continues to lay motionless in the hospital bed. I keep thinking that if he were on a breathing machine, I’d rip that s**t out of the wall without a second thought. I wish he would have died when she did, but apparently, the saying is true: evil never dies. Life just continues to f**k me with no lube, but Goddess forbid karma catch up to him. When he wakes, he probably won’t even care when he realizes that his mate killed herself to get away from him.
Like every morning since it happened, Jaxon arrives with breakfast in hand. Today, it’s a cup of coffee and two chocolate-covered donuts with sprinkles. I wonder why he keeps coming back—m
