"I can't believe that Lloyd Garmadon managed to out match you in the love department as well ." Dad snapped.

  I focused on my food, my stomach suddenly felt heavy with shame and I no longer wanted to eat. I thought back to what Reagan said.

  "Maybe Lloyd isn't so bad." I found myself muttering.

  Dad fixed his scrutinized glare on me. "Where," he spat. "Would you get an idea like that?"

  I swallowed hard. "I mean...it's not his fault...that...that mom-" tears pricked in my eyes when I glanced at where she used to sit.

  "YES IT IS!" Dad suddenly yelled, slamming his fist on the table. I jumped.

He was breathing heavily, his rust was clenched but he unfurled it and sank back into his chair defeated. "Yes it is." He said softer.

I had loved my mom. She was kind and loved baking, she had owned her own cupcake shop even. I remember her laugh  and smile and how happy she made dad. I remember her bouncy brown curls and her tender kisses on my forehead.

  I remembered when I found out. I had returned home, still shaken from a Garmadon attack. The ninja had cleared everything up, stating everything was fine. But it wasn't. Dad had been sitting on the couch. Head in his hands. I asked where mom was.

  He had wrapped his arms around me and despairingly said she was gone. She had been at the shop that day and Garmadon had decided to attack. She was killed for his own joy. She was never coming back.

  At first I blamed Garmadon, then that anger transferred to Lloyd, it was his father that did this. His horrible sickening father. The same suddenly Garmadon was good. He was better. And everyone was cool with that. And Lloyd...Lloyd was the green ninja. He had let my mother die. And I hated every last bit of him.

  Maybe it was because I was still suffering grief and I needed someone to blame. Maybe it was because his mom loved him and was still around. Maybe it was because his dad, the most evil warlord ever still loved him. Was now in his life unlike my father who now drowned hisself in work, was short tempered, stricter, and hardly ever was near me any more.

  Was that it?

  Maybe it was.

  Suddenly, I was on the rooftop of my apartment. Feeling so...alone. It was a weird feeling because I had so many friends. But...I felt alone. Alone and lost. But I knew where I was. I was at my house. But yet I was lost.

  I looked out into the night sky. Something caught my eye, a flash of green. It was Lloyd. He was flying slowly over Ninjago, watching over everything through the small gap in his mask.

  I watched as he dropped down nearby and walked a drunk lady home. When he stopped muggers from attacking a young boy with his sister. I watched at he looked after Ninjago. He couldn't save everyone.

  That's what my mom had always said when she saw who had died in the attacks. She reminded me that though everyone was acting normal again that people still suffered. I asked one time why they couldn't save everyone.

  "Sometimes they can't save everyone sweetie." She had told me.

  "Don't they feel bad that they are responsible for these deaths?" I had asked.

  She gave me a smile. "It's not their fault. They are dying their hardest to save as many lives as possible. And yes, there will be some sacrifices. But if they carry that guilt forever they may not trust themselves to save us again. And then more deaths will happen."

  I blinked.

  Maybe.

  Just maybe.

  I could forgive.

I wouldn't forget.

I would remember.

A/N*****

Usually I like to give a reason for the negative characters actions. I believe that people aren't  just born bad. Some times their provoked by jealousy or envy or lack of self-confidence. Or sometimes bad experiences make them react in bad ways. Not everyone acts so negatively to events but some people struggle with grief like Brock and Brock's father. I just wanted to give a reason for Brock's actions instead of just pitting him as a bully.

And maybe.

Just maybe.

He'll get better.

;)

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