Sean
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Betrayal.
Hurt.
I'm so f*****g angry but—
I sigh.
He didn't know. He doesn't know. He doesn't know the s**t I put myself through. He doesn't know that I've gone through hell and back since that night. He wouldn't have reacted the way he did or say the things he said if he'd known.
"I'm sorry, mom. It should've been me."
"Don't you ever say that," I turn to the sound of dad's voice not even trying to hide the overwhelming pain I was feeling.
Knowing very well that I needed one, he pulls me into a tight hug.
"There are some things you should know."
"It's alright, sport. If this has anything to do with what just happened back home, I saw how hard it was for you. You do not need to put yourself through that again. I love your mom and you know what? She'd be laug
