The Man Behind Me

One Day...

Daniella's P.O.V

Same things every day. Walking home from school on the 31st October 2013, changed my life completely. I felt breathing on my neck, a heavy breath, slightly smelled of cinnamon. I turned around, to see a man in his 40's, similar to my mum. He was so close that if he came and closer he would kiss me. "Hello, Daniella." He said, seriously. How did he know my name? Who is he? Why is he here? All these type of questions fly around my head. "Who are you?" I said stubbornly, backing away. He pushed me against the wall. He kissed me and kissed me and kissed me. He tried to push him away but he was too strong. I tried to get my phone from my bag. He took my hands and pinned them against the wall. We are down an alley. I didn't know what to do. I kicked him right where it hurts. He fell to the ground, yet still strong enough to speak. "Daniella. I ... I ..." He stuttered, blood spilling from his mouth. "Call me Dani. Who are you? What is your name? How did you find me?" Loads of questions spilled from my mouth. "I'm.. I'm ... Your dad. Your real dad." I was gobsmacked. "Are you trying to say the man I have treasured for 14 years of my life, isn't my real dad?" I felt like crying. "Yes. Your mother gave birth to you and three months later we got divorced. Look" He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, "it's your birth certificate." And it was, 'Daniella Stephens'. I slapped him. But then I hugged him, tightly. "I'm sorry." he whispered, and hugged me back. Two years on, we lived near Raine, together. He got rid of my fat, even though he said there wasn't any. Then, suddenly he was in hospital. I said "If only you had told me sooner." and the line went flat...

His P.O.V (before he died)

I decided to tell her. After ten years, it was time. At first I pinned her up against the wall and kissed her. I had to stall so I could figure out what to say. I told her everything, she slapped me twice and hugged me. I hugged her back and now, we live together. In a house far away from her mother and step-father. She told me to get rid of her fat and I did, even though there wasn't any. Then, I had a heart attack, a severe one. I was in hospital, I recovered quick enough, but they kept me in custody. She said something about telling her sooner, but I couldn't hear. My body had run out of charge, God had lost the charger and the Devil couldn't buy a new one.