Family Ties

Hi peeps and peepettes, well after ages of reading other people's stories I've finally gotten around to writing my own. This is the first part, hope you guys like it, please read, vote and comment,

Thanks and much love to you all, XxTasjxX

Family Ties

"You looked so amazing last night," whispered my boyfriend, Heath as he stroked his hand down my cheek. I gently brushed his hand away and tried to smile. I couldn't manage it. How could I be happy at a time like this? Even with the dance last night being such a brilliant night.

"Kathy, baby, don't be sad. Please. I know you're upset, but please, just smile for me. I love you." Heath gently brushed my long black hair away from my face, once again stroking his hand down my cheek.

"I love you too, Heath." It came out barely a whisper. I ran my hands through his soft light brown hair, whilst staring deeply into his beautiful green eyes. I let my hand come to rest on his shoulders. I didn't want to let go. I wanted him to stay here in my arms forever. As if he was reading my thoughts, Heath pulled me into his chest, hugging me close. He softly tipped my chin so that I was looking up at him, as he stared into my deep brown eyes and lowered his face to mine for a soft kiss.

The kiss seemed to last forever, but when we finally broke apart Heath let out a gentle sigh before looking down at his watch. My eyes darted quickly over to my digital clock on the bedside table; it couldn't be time for him to leave already. It just couldn't be! My fears were confirmed by the sound of a car honking from outside. Heath looked up from his watch, slowly. "Baby, I have to go now. Never forget how much I love you. I'll be in touch constantly." He stood up, drawing himself to his full height of 6'1" and pulled me to my feet. He gave me one final quick kiss before leaving my room. I stood, rooted to the spot, unable to move as I heard a car door slam, the engine revving, the car leaving... I let the tears slide gently down my cheeks as my boyfriend left. I couldn't bear the thought that I wasn't going to get to see him every day, or on the weekends. I couldn't understand why he had to leave with his parents. He could have moved in with me and my dad. But his parents had said no. They were moving, Heath was going with them and that was it. The final say, no arguments, no questions.

                I shook my head angrily, trying rid myself of depressing thoughts. I stayed standing in the same spot, still unable to move properly, this was the spot I'd been stood in the last time I was going to kiss my boyfriend. I couldn't move yet. It didn't feel right.

"Kathy!" A voice yelled from downstairs. I was brought abruptly out of my own thoughts as I heard my dad yell my name again. I quickly wiped the dried tears from my face and checked myself in the mirror. I hoped it didn't look like I'd been crying.

"Coming Dad!" I shouted back in reply. I lurched from the spot I had been standing in and headed downstairs. I wondered why my dad was calling me to come downstairs, hoping I wasn't in trouble for anything. I saw my dad standing at the bottom of the stairs. 'He doesn't look angry.' I thought to myself as I looked into my dad's face and saw features similar to my own. Same eyes, hair skin tone, same smile. My dad always said I had my mother's nose. Not that I could really remember her. She decided to leave me in my dad's arms at the hospital before disappearing. My dad said the next time he heard from her, was the divorce papers he received through the mail.

"What's wrong Dad?" I asked as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I avoided making eye contact; I didn't want him to see that I had been crying. I felt arms wrap around my shoulders, as my dad pulled me in close for a hug. He gently stoked my hair as I sobbed into his chest. My Dad always understood me. He knew immediately when something was wrong.

"I know everything seems bad, Kathy," My dad began, moving his hands to my shoulders so that he could talk directly to my face. "But everything will work out. Heath isn't gone forever, he's just moved further away. It will all be okay. I'm not saying it's all going to feel better in a minute, but things will begin to settle and the pain will go away. It only hurts now as the wound is fresh. As they say, time heals all wounds." I stopped crying and looked steadily into my dad's face. I knew he was right and I decided that even though it hurt to know I wouldn't see Heath as often as I wanted to it would still be okay. I shook my head, straightened my shoulders and, for the first time that day, smiled.