alleredniC

Daddies gone? Chapter 4

*glass breaking, loud footsteps, and cabinets slamming shut* I quickly shoot up in bed to what sounded like a elephant crushing a tea cabinet. I then thought of Radley making breakfast trying to be cute and quiet not to wake me. I pictured him in his pajamas still having scruffy hair and sleep tracing his eyes. He was probably in the middle of making breakfast, burning it and ruining the taste. But I would still eat it with a smile and everything will be lovely and adorable. I ran to the door still in the big shirt and spandex from yesterday. My hair most likely bumped and crimpled in the weirdest ways and makeup smudged under my eyes. I opened the door wide expecting an adorable boy cooking, and forgetting the awful luck I have been having... I opened it to the cute boy in The kitchen, but with a blonde girl whose skin was marked by the sun in frilly shorts and a half shirt. It showed her perfectly trimmed stomach with unbelievably long, wavy, golden hair, nothing out of place except for the boy hooked to her lips. I felt my jaw drop but quickly shut it when my eyes met his, I put on a ridiculous smile and slid back into the room. I changed into my old clothes in less then a minute, my bubble gum colored hair was tied up and I opened the door. I sprinted to the exit and left.
After walking awhile I checked my phone, for the first time in fourteen hours, I had twelve messages. Two from Stacy, three from Dancy, one from Laine, and six from my mother. That's never a good sign, I clicked on Stacy's messages first
~Hey, are you okay?
~If you need anything just ask always?

Confused on what she meant I decides to read Dancy's, maybe that will explain something.
~I'm sorry to hear about what happened.
~If you need a place to stay just ask me.
~Where are you? everyone's worried you will do something... Stay safe.

I am now really worried if they know what happened at my house yesterday. Yeah my family is rich, but we don't have paparazzi at our house twenty-four-seven. So I check Laine's message.
~Tell mom not to worry anymore

I decided to check my mothers messages.
~get home right now!
~I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me please come home you are the only one left
~Ray...your father he isn't gonna come home anymore
~do you know where you sister is?
~I'm so sorry I couldn't be a better mother
~....your father, he killed himself.

After I read the last message I remember shakily siting down on the grass and sobbing. I felt as if I was someone else looking in on my life, like I was outside my own body, just watching myself. My vision blurred and appearance ruined, I sat on the grass for an hour or so before I decided to walk home. I felt the top of my shoe scrape against the ruff concert sidewalk, I had made a rhythm of walking and taking deep breaths. Breath in, left step, breath out, right step, and so on. I made it a mile from my neighborhood when I heard a honk and the gravel under a car tire crunch, it stopped right behind me.
"Hey, are you okay? Miss?"
I heard a voice filled with concern, it reminded it of my fathers voice when I had broken my arm in third grade. I had been skiing with my father on a Sunday in late December. My father was teaching me how to go down the big hill at Snowy Peak, I wanted to go down super fast and surprise dad. I told dad to stay at the bottom of the hill so I can show him how fast I could go, when I was half way down my left ski dipped. It stuck and I flew foreword and I put my arm out to fall on and it split the bone. My dad came running along with some other worried people, he took my coat off and my arm was already deeply bruised. He picked me up like a princess. He made sure to hum soothing things to me so I didn't cry. But now he wasn't here, he would not come running to me anymore. Nor Will he be at my wedding or my graduation, and he won't see me crying on the sidewalk and help me.
"N....no, I'm not!"
I hardly get the words out, but after I do I cover my face with my hands, kneel down, slowly sit down then looks to the worried man. He was young, only a year or two older then me, I watched him get out of his car to help me.
"U-umm can I help you some way? Do you need a ride somewhere?"
His voice was low, but never scratchy or bumpy. His pale blonde hair was just long enough to hide his eyebrows, he had light brown eyes with a yellow ring around the pupil that swirled into the creamy brown. His skin was paler and fragile looking, with barely visible freckles on his nose.
"I just...I am just having a very bad day..."
I reply wondering if he heard it. I guess he did because he leaned down next to me and smiled at me, it made me want to smile back.
"Maybe I can help you make it better? Did you have breakfast yet? Because I know a good place for waffles and pancake."
When he said that I smiled a little and nodded. Then I remembered that I needed to visit mother and talk about what happened.
"I would love to d-do that...but I need to get home and talk to my mother... Umm maybe another time?"
I looked at him feeling my eyes burn, I did not want to cry in front of him. I only wished he would say yes, because I really liked his smile.
"Yeah, that is fine. I understand I would hate to bother you, but please do message me sometime when you would like to talk or hangout."
He leaned into his car and took a green pen out, he wrote down his number on a extra napkin and handed it to me. Now I really smiled, I looked horrible and he still wanted to talk to me. I quickly nodded and waved goodbye, I arrived home twenty minutes later.
I knocked on the door then walked in. I looked around and nothing was different from the way it was yesterday. I wanted to see mom, I knew she would be crying and depressed. I heard a cabinet shut in the kitchen and walked over expecting my sister to be eating cereal. I walked into the kitchen only to see my mother in my fathers apron, the one he wore when making a special dinner. I frowned remembering dad and hugged my mother, I smelled my father scent on the apron and nestled me face in it. We stayed like that for a few minutes then made our way to the room my parents shared, we put his clothes on the bed and laid down imagining he was laying with us. He talked about how he never pronounced words the right way, or how he laughed at my hair the first time I dyed it pink. We looked at photos and wiped each others tears away, she apologized and I did to. We slept on top of the bed with father's clothes spread out, I remember the dream that night. I was in the car with dad on the way to get my license, he lectured me on driving, then turned to look at me face to face and I turned too. I smiled and cried in his arms while I felt his warm embrace once again.
"Daddy, why did you leave us...I miss you... I love you...."
I heard my voice, but watched myself say the words over and over in my dream. Then I heard my dads final words to me.
"Tell me not to go."

I woke up and felt my tears spilling out immediately, because it had finally hit me. I would never see my father again. I will never hear his voice, see his face change emotions, or feel his arms wrap around me. I can never, no matter how hard I try, see the only father I will ever have ever again. I see mother also crying in her sleep so I lean over to her ear to whisper.
"I love you, it was never your fault."
Maybe she dreamt I said it or heard me because when I leaned over her face again she was smiling like the photo of her on her wedding day. I hoped she dreamt of her wedding day.
I made my way down the stair and to the couch where I took the purple fuzzy blanket off of it and wrapped myself in it.  I remember my father would wear this around his shoulders when working in the office. I decided I didn't want to cry anymore so I took out the napkin from the cabinet and my phone. I had decided to message the boy from yesterday
~Hello
I didn't have much time to type much else because I heard a knock at the door. I slowly got up and still had my blanket on when I opened the door to Dancy and Stacy. I felt them lean into me and hug me at the same time. I smiled a little and leaned back into them, when we broke the hug I let them come in. I made coffee for them and got out cereal for me as we talked at the kitchen counter.
"How are you doing Ray?"
I heard Stacy say first. I sighed and told her what happened yesterday skipping over the cheating part and just said they had a fight.
"Oh.. Ray will you and your mom be okay? Where is Laine?"
Now I heard Dancy's sweet voice, I sniffled and told them what I knew, which wasn't much. I only knew she ran down stairs and messaged me not to worry. I looked up at my two friends now trying to memorize them in case they ever left me early too. Dancy was a tall girl with black silk hair that was long enough
To touch her belly button. She had deep emerald eyes and a small frame, her voice was high and light with a tanner completion. She wore light wash Jean shorts and a vivid red Obey cut-off shirt. Stacy was a shorter girl that had a curvy frame, she always had a boyfriend, and had a pale almost translucent complexion. But with the Platinum blonde hair color and silver eyes it didn't look bad. She wore silver threaded high waisted shorts with a light blue ruffled tank top.  After I explained everything and told them not to worry they reluctantly went home. I sat on the ouch again and saw I had a message from an hour ago.
~hey!
It was from the guy I met yesterday. I felt bad for not responding quick enough and for not even knowing his name.
~sorry for not responding, and I never caught you name?
I set my phone down again to check on my mother and came back down to another message.
~it is alright! I'm sorry that is my fault, I am Travis Young.
~I am Raylynn Twine nice to meet you
There was a break for thirty minutes before the next message popped up.
~ was your father Chandler Twine?
My eyes blinked back tears seeing my fathers name, we were a family that was well known, of course he would know about dad.
~yes.
~I am sorry, that is what you must of been sad about yesterday.... I am so sorry for your loss.
~yeah... Thanks... I will talk to you again later.
I was done with communication for today, who needs socialization.
I walked up to the bedroom again to see mother sitting in bed hugging fathers clothes still. So I came in and laid down besides her and put my head on her lap.
"How will we ever get over the pain?"
I heard my voice leave my lips before I could process what I said. Then I listened for the answer, that I didn't want to hear.
"You never do."