The last day

The truth

All my subscribers loved me. I felt so special, they actually cared about me. I went to The Man's room because I wanted to ask him a question, but it felt so risky. I wanted to ask him if I could tell my subscribers a special thank you for the love. But I felt like he wouldn't like that. He kind of reminded me of my dad. I miss my dad; I can't believe it's been so long since he passed. I eventually went to The Man's room, knocked and he said, "come in". I saw him shut his computer super-fast. I wanted to ask what he was hiding but I didn't. I acted like I didn't see him close the computer. I told him I wanted to ask him a question. He looked at me and said, "well what is it?" I looked down at the floor, then he lifted my head up. I then told him I wanted to tell my subscribers I appreciate the love they were sending me. He said yes. I didn't expect that he looked so happy, I think he was happy I had an idea for a video. He told the ladies what I said and everyone their applauded me. I went back to my room and the ladies followed me there. They told me that they loved my idea, they told me we were going to record that video tomorrow. The next day I was handed a script. The script didn't look right. This is not what I wanted to say. I told the ladies that this is not what I wanted to say. They told me that wasn't the script. I had a feeling that it wasn't a script, it didn't look like the other scripts. It said "Dear Kaitlyn May, this is your father, I lied. I never died. I faked my death so I wouldn't have to deal with your mom. She always had a problem with me, and I did not even do anything to her. I'm sorry I had to lie to you. I didn't mean to but at least you're here with me instead of her. Love Martin May, your dad". I couldn't believe this. I thought it was some sick joke from a fan. After I recorded the video, I asked the ladies what that letter was about. They didn't say anything and walked out of the room. I knew it wasn't from a fan, especially if they walked away from me without saying anything. I stayed up all night and cried. I couldn't believe my father was still alive. I wanted to see him, so then the next day I asked the man about the letter. He said, "what letter?". I said, "the letter that was mistaken for my script yesterday". He didn't say anything either. I tried to go back to the ladies and see if they would tell me, but they ignored me again. I yelled "IS THAT MAN MY DAD? IS THAT WHY EVERYONE IS IGNORING ME?" the ladies started to cry. I didn't feel bad this time, they were ignoring me. The man comes out of the room and says "Yes, I am your father". I cry and go up to hug him. I cried on his jacket. I felt like he was crying too. I missed him but I couldn't believe he lied about dying. At the same time, I didn't feel like this was real. I asked him questions about my childhood, and he got them all correct. I also wanted to see him without makeup, it was my dad. I couldn't believe this. It was actually him. I told him I loved him so much and he said it back, I wanted to live here forever. But soon started to regret it. I was tired of doing the same thing every week. I wanted to go outside and live a little. I got bored in this warehouse. I wanted to go to the park or the zoo. Something fun, I didn't want to stay in and record all day. It got tiring too. The next day I went to my dad's room, it felt so nice to call him that. When I got to his room, I told him "When can I go back to living a normal life but instead with him?" His face turned red. He was angry from that question. I didn't mean to make him mad. He yelled at me and said "Do you think I can go back out there after I kidnapped you and I'm wanted? Also, I'm supposed to be dead, remember?" I said, "sorry dad, I didn't mean it like that I meant like in the backyard or just on the porch." He said, "no and stop calling me dad". I said, "but you are my dad, why can't I call you dad?" he said, "because I said so." I went back to my room and cried. The next morning the ladies gave me breakfast, I didn't want to eat. I threw the breakfast away. The ladies said, "not eating won't make you feel better". I told them not to talk to me now because it's too late for that. My dad hates me. Just because I wanted to live outside of a warehouse. I wonder if he even cares about me like he used to. Because that letter made it seem like it. The ladies came back to my room and told me it's time to record. I told them let's hurry and get this over with. I finished recording and went back to my room. I stayed there for the rest of the day.