[B][U]Chapter 31: Unfortunately, Regret Doesn’t Help Anything
“And it looks like team Cypher is taking a huge lead here today at madison square garden folks!” The announcer yelled into the microphone. Hundreds of screaming fans cheered on their favorite teams in the match. Even though I was wet, I was simply enjoying the moment and having the time of my life! Jacob couldn’t help but cheer along with me and Kif. The three of us together though, were trying to help Gavin understand what was going on here.
“Alright ladies and gentlemen; with the match won it looks like team Cypher will be going into the final round!” The crowd cheered loudly.
“Boys, what’s up with the finals now? What should I be aware of in this, um… match, right?” Gavin asked.
“Yeah, the next match! Best two out of three, TD and HQ!” Jacob responded.
“TD and HQ? Huh?” Gavin queried. Kif, Jacob and I once again sighed.
“We’ve been over this Gavin!” I laughed. “TD means Team Deathmatch! Each team is going for the most kills, and whoever gets the most wins! HQ means Headquarters! Headquarters is where a point on the map has to be captured, and held for a bit of time by one team!” I explained again.
“Oh right! Sorry lad, I’m just so new to all of this. Maybe I’ll go out and get one of these Xbox do-hickies tonight!” He laughed.
(Rebecca’s house.)
“Rebecca, you better go back into your room RIGHT now!” Justin yelled. “I can’t even believe you today! While I’m gone apologizing to Tristian’s mother, you better stay in your room; or you won’t have a computer, cell phone, Ipod, or ANYTHING for the first half to next year!” He warned.
“Fine, whatever!” Rebecca pouted. Her face was covered in dried tears. She simply stormed back to her room, waiting for her father to leave. When he finally did, she let it all out. She started crying, from a small bit of tears to a near river of sorrow. Next, she started to blast her radio. The sound emanating seemed to speak to her; along with being nostalgic.
“Fucking Tristian!” She bellowed. She was beginning to lose it, constantly screaming at the top of her lungs.
“Stupid asshole! I fucking loved you, and you hate me! Well I hate you too!” She yelled. She stood up, her adrenaline pumping throughout her body. She went into the living room and decided to get herself a drink… an alcoholic drink. She opened her father’s liquor cabinet and took out some hard liquor. Justin had been saving it for a special occasion.
Rebecca, who had never had a drink like this in her life, began to down it. She swallowed hard, not liking it’s taste; and threw it across the room. It shattered into tiny little pieces. Already the small girl was feeling the effects of just the little bit of liquor she had consumed. She stumbled forward, still crying. “That sound… it’s breaking glass.”
“Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh no, NO!” The radio sang.
“It’s gone…” She said softly. Her eyes seemed to turn into an endless abyss, showing animalistic and blank feelings running throughout her body. She hated herself so much, but could only think about the sound of that breaking glass. She began to tear more, but her appearance was giddy. She started smiling, her hair falling over her face in disarray. “Okay… that’s a good idea.” She thought. She walked over to the kitchen, reaching up for the top cabinet. She couldn’t quite reach it, so she pulled over a chair. Inside the cabinet was a locked safe. She smiled and pulled it down. “It was zero… eleven… seven.” She mumbled, pushing in some numbers on the electronic keypad. The box clicked open. She began to search through the little box until she found exactly what she was looking for.
Her father’s gun.
“Let’s make some NOISE!” She screamed. She cocked back on the gun, and smiled at the loud clicking noise it made. She fired off a shot, aiming for a vase and hitting her mark. It shattered into a million tiny pieces. She couldn’t do anything but cackle.
“THAT’S IT! FUCK YOU ALL! YOU DON’T LIKE ME DAD?! I DON’T LIKE YOU EITHER!” She bellowed, firing off more shots. Every shot she fired seemed to have meaning. Then she turned around, and looked at the mantelpiece. She strode over, picking up the picture of her, her father and her mother from when she was little.
“Dumb bitch…” She muttered. She decided not to shoot the picture in its glass frame. Instead, she chucked it at the stove in the kitchen. She began to laugh more, and cry at the same time.
The rampage continued for some time until she got to her own room. She looked around, and shot every single picture of her and her father she could find. There was only one room left in house now. Her bathroom.
She stumbled inside, flipping on a light switch and looking at a mirror. In it, she only saw her own reflection. She aimed the gun straight at it, and fired.
“Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh no, NO! You’re pulling the Trigger, pulling the trigger, all wrong!”
But there were no more bullets in the gun. “Fuck.” She cried. There was no more laughter in her voice. “FUCK ME!” She screamed. She threw her fist at the mirror again and again, until it all came shattering down on top of her. Her body was broken, and her mind was still in a daze. She saw only one option left. Sitting up, cut from head to toe, she picked up a large piece of the broken mirror; staring at herself.
“If dad hates me, and Jacob hates me; and even Gavin hates me… that shouldn’t matter.” She mumbled, bringing the piece of the mirror over to her wrist. “But if Tristian hates me… than I shouldn’t be alive.”
(My house)
Justin knocked on my mother’s door. She quickly came to answer it. “Justin, hi. I just got off the phone with the principal!” She said, moving aside so he could come in.
“I see. I’m sorry about what Rebecca did Cheryl. I swear that I have no idea what she was thinking!” Justin assured my mother.
“Well whatever it was, my son and Jacob aren’t very happy about it!” My mother responded. She was obviously very pissed off. “They don’t deserve this after everything that happened with their father!” She stated.
“I know that Cheryl, I don’t think that they do either!”
“Well than you should have talked to her before this happened! Gavin had called me just before and explained what happened after he was called down to the school! He told me about how she came to you in the hospital, and he said that you were the one that told him that!”
“Cheryl, listen. Don’t worry. The boys will be able to get through this, they’re strong an-”
“I know that they’re strong! That’s not the point Justin! The point is that they’re going to have a lot more problems because of YOUR daughter!” My mother interrupted.
“Listen, Cheryl, I’m sorry! I’m sure that she regrets what she’s done!” He replied.
“Well unfortunately; regret doesn’t help anything!” She stated. And she was right.
Regret is like saying you’re sorry. While it makes the person feel better after a while, it still can’t fix a situation all by itself. Regret is just another way of saying ‘I know I screwed up.’
“You know what Justin? I think that if John was still alive he’d be pissed off at you too!” My mom responded angrily.
“You have NO right to say that Cheryl!” He retorted. “He was my best friend, and colleague!”
“Well he was my husband, and my children’s father!” My mother stated, one-upping Justin.
“You know what? I don’t have to deal with this!” Justin said. Something wasn’t quite right, and he could feel it. For some reason, he just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
“You are not leaving this house until you tell me what you’re going to do to help fix this problem!” My mother said, standing in front of the door. Justin started getting angry.
“Cheryl, I have my daughter at home waiting for me, I don’t have time for this! Tomorrow’s Christmas eve and I need to get some things ready!” He barked.
“Tell me what you’re going to do!” She said, beginning to get up in his face about it.
“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do Cheryl! I’m going to leave this house, go have Christmas with my daughter, and not worry about a problem that isn’t mine to begin with!” He shouted. Then his face went numb for a second, before he felt a slight sting and burn on it. He grabbed at his cheek. My mother had slapped him. Now the battle was over.
“Get the hell out of my house.” My mother demanded coldly. Justin didn’t move though. Instead, he decided to let his emotions get the best of him. My mother fell to the ground, her face being slapped even harder than she had done to Justin.
“You NEVER HIT ME!” He screamed. My mother began to tear. He picked her up my the shirt and slapped her again and again and again. When he finally stopped… she was out cold.
“Oh no.” He thought. This sudden realization as to what he had just done wasn’t very good. It wasn’t good at all. He let go of her, stepping backwards and letting her limp body hit the floor.
“Oh no, this cannot happen. I’m going to go to jail now! My girl… my baby girl!” He thought. As he backed away though, he knocked over a small side table with several large candles on it. The rug began to burn. Justin freaked out, and ran out of the house, not looking back as to what had just occurred.
In what seemed like hours but was actually minutes, Justin had finally gotten back home. He burst open the door… but had not found what he had hoped to. Everything was shattered, and bullet holes were everywhere.
“Rebecca.” He muttered softly. He dashed, running over the broken glass until he reached his daughters room. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a hand. A hand sticking out of Rebecca’s own private bathroom; a blood stained hand.
