My eyes open as the screeching clock strikes 6:00 am. Time to get Hailie ready for school.
Ever since her mother passed, she's been so diligent with her school work. She's even been recommended to skip a grade.
I wish I could say the same for me. It's like every day, I lose a piece of my self. Every shining achievement my little girl makes just serves as a reminder to the love I lost.
How could something so pure invoke such... hate?
Why did it have to be her and not the kid that died? Why am I stuck with this?
I can't take care of a child, I can't fucking take care of myself! You helped make this little shit, Martha, you can take care of her in Hell!
I'll put the car in neutral and push her into the fucking freeway! You can have her back!
"I made us some eggs, Daddy", chirps Hailie from the doorway. A feeling of shame washes over me. "Thanks, honey, go eat and get your things ready".
As she glides to the kitchen, I pull myself together. Just in a bad mood this morning, that's all.
After breakfast and a quick shower, I see Hailie's in the car waiting for me. As I walk to the car, I pause. "Here's your chance, what are you gonna do?" I think to myself.
"No, that's your fucking child, for God's sake." I get in and fasten our seatbelts.
"You made the right choice, Daddy.", she says, coldly. "Mommy thought about doing the same thing."