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back for all the money he had to pay out. Deep down I knew he was still angry about how our father died. It was me who caused his massive heart attack. I only wished I could turn back the clock.
    â€œVanessa, why are you doing this?”
    â€œDoing what, Daddy? It’s not my fault.”
    â€œYou can’t keep doing this. You’ve gone too far with this shit. You’re young, you can still get yourself together.”
    â€œWhy does it bother you so much? We are all consenting adults. I didn’t force him to talk to me, you did that. Or do you not remember telling me to make sure I learned everything from him? I didn’t hold a gun to his head. He knew exactly what he was doing.”
    â€œFine, I understand where you’re coming from, but you’re screwing with this man’s family. His life. Our lives. Do you know your mother can’t look in your direction anymore? Why do you think she left on a two month vacation? I can’t. I just can’t anymore.” He took a seat in his chair and clutched his glass holding his favorite Scotch. He brought the glass to his lips and took a gulp. His face looked flushed.
    â€œIt doesn’t matter anyway, he’s leaving his wife. I’m only following your footsteps. Have you had your weekly late - night dinner meeting yet?”
    My dad’s mouth dropped open. I hated that he always had to control everything: the way I acted, where I lived, who I dated, where I went to school, who my friends were. Enough was enough. I was tired of being controlled and groomed into a person I had no interest in being. I was furious at him for talking to me as a child without sense.
    â€œHow . . . Where . . . Did your mother tell you that?” He was shocked that I knew about his adulterous affair.
    â€œDo you hear yourself? You’re such a hypocrite! Tell me, you can be honest with me.”
    â€œI don’t know what you’re talking about, but I can’t have you ruin someone else’s life again.” His voice was getting louder.
    â€œI don’t want him. I’ve already moved on with his son.” I stormed out not looking back, knowing my revelation would undoubtedly cause some hardship to swallow.
    â€œVa - ness - a - a . . .”
    I heard his short breaths and he tried to shout my name, but I didn’t bother to turn around. Instead I headed out to the front door. Charlie was pulling into the driveway as I rushed into my car. I waved to him and sped off.
    An hour later I received a phone call from Charlie screaming at me to get to the hospital. He didn’t say anything over the phone but the address of the hospital then just hung up. When I tried calling him right back he never picked up. I called every one of my other siblings and still no one picked up. I was scared. I was at least an hour away from Lenox Hill Hospital. I sent a group text to all of my brothers and sisters: I wish one of you would pick up your fucking phone. I can’t get there for another hour. Now some one better tell me what the FUCK is going on!
    I was entering Park Slope, Brooklyn off the BQE. I didn’t know what was going on. I immediately jumped back on to the highway and headed toward the hospital dipping and dodging out of lanes. I was surprised I didn’t get pulled over.
    Finally, I arrived at the hospital to see my younger brother outside smoking a cigarette. I rushed to him. “Brent, what the fuck is going on?” His eyes were red like he was crying. Brent’s hand was shaking as he put the cancer stick to his lips. I grabbed his shoulders and demanded to know why I was called here.
    â€œHe’s dead. Our father died of a heart attack over an hour ago. Charlie found him on the floor in the den. He tried to do CPR and shoved an aspirin down his throat, but by the time the ambulance got him here it was too late. The doctors did all they could.” He was trying to hold back his tears.
    My heart sank and