•Nicole•
Smoking, it's all I can think about. The way that the smoke dances in my lungs, the way the nicotine fazes me.
I sit on the roof, trying to forget.
My Father.
How is he? Is he alive? Is he still a manwhore? Does he care that I left.
Suddenly, a knock breaks the silence of the house.
"I'll get it!" Vic's voice echoes through the halls, into my window. I decide to head down to the door, just see who it is.
"Hello sir, is Miss Padilla here?" A deep voice boomed through the house. My last name...
"Who? And who are you?" Vic sounded pissed. I ran down the stairs, stopping whatever was going to happen.
"I'm here sir" I slid infront of Vic, holding him back. He had police badges and a navy blue suit on.
"Hello. Is your father Mr. Padilla?"
"Yes sir, how did you know I was here?"
"Not the problem, your father has been in a car accident. He's at the local hospital," he informed me.
Just then, as if my life hasn't gotten any worse, my father is practically dead. Even though I never liked him as much as my mother, I still loved him. He's my father.
But not my dad.
"T-thank you s-ir" I manage to get out.
"Have a nice day," the officer tips his hat towards me, and walked away.
I closed the door, letting my salty tears form patterns as they drip down my face.
"Nicole.." Vic stared in awe.
"Can we go to the hospital..? I need to see him." I cried into his shoulder. The guys were walking down the steps.
"What's going on?" Mike sounded sleepy.
"I'll tell you guys later, but right now, we're going to the hospital." Vic announced to the boys.
•skipping hospital ride and visit•
•Nicole•
The ride was silent, except for my cries into Tony's chest. His bones were crushed. His face deformed. His whole body was hooked up to different machines.
I can't stand to see my father in pain.
(Ironic)
•^•^•^•^•^•
I ran to my room, locking it, which didn't do much, just because there's a giant hole in my door. I manage to climb my way to the roof. There's a shingle on the roof that I had put my boxes and lighter in, they are in a plastic bag.
I light up a death stick, the taste of second hand smoke intrigues me.
•Death•
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Only Baby Scars
FanfikceNicole child, you're okay.. "I'm sorry if I mean anything to you, but I've made up my mind" she screamed in his face as she ran into the streets. All he heard was a car screech to a stop. But it stopped after a thud was sounded. "She can't be dead...
