Don't hate me

Mordecai's standpoint

I peered at the figure staring at my gate as I drove closer to it. Who would be foolish enough to stand and stare at this time of the night? It was a she and she didn't look like a robber. More like a miserable mad woman. The headlights shone on her—Brianna. I immediately parked the car and flew out of it, she looked like she was going to pass out.

"Brianna!" I shouted, carelessly pocketing my keys. "What are you doing here?" She smiled sadly as she swayed back to forth. "You are drunk," I said as a matter-of-fact.

"Yes, I drank because I'm sad and I want to commit suicide after I leave here. I need the energy to do that." I stepped closer to her with worry.

"What happened?"

"I finally know why everyone detests me, why my father and even you loathe me. It's not my fault but everyone keeps blaming me for something that happened before I was born," she grabbed my shirt, fisting it up in her hands, and pulling at it. "I didn't kill your mother, Mordecai, I didn'