Something Felt Wrong

Jason's pov

I was filled with mixed emotions as my grandfather finished telling his story. Not only was I speechless, I was conflicted emotionally.

I didn't know what or how I was supposed to feel about his story. It was a sad one. One that got progressively worse as he continued.

Before I had come here, I had concluded on my hatred for him. He'd hurt me and Violet so bad that it couldn't possibly be forgiven. But now that I had heard Grandpa's story, I felt sad for him. I still hated his guts but the fact that the love of his life had been stolen right from under his nose simply because he was poor broke me.

I couldn't imagine losing Violet, I couldn't even imagine being without her. I wouldn't survive it and I wouldn't want to. It wasn't my story but I felt empathy for him and at the same time, a deep sadness took over me and I felt the urge to smash something in that instant.

Why was I so angry on his behalf? I wondered. The man was a repulsive man and he'd put Violet and I throug