Her dad answered the phone after it blaring for a minute straight.
"Hello." He said in his work voice.
"Is this her father?" He knew exactly what they were talking about. He motioned for her mom to pick up the other house phone as she listened in.
"Please tell your daughter that we found him dead in his bed. We believe he took sleeping pills.."
Later that day her dad walked in, carrying a note with shaky handwriting on it. It was her name scribbled in crappy handwriting.
He told her what had happened and She sobbed loudly grabbing the note from him.
She didn't open it till two am. It was a goodbye and a bed time story.
It was about a man who fell in love with a women he called his light.
She didn't steep. Just cried.
YOU ARE READING
2am Bedtime Stories
Short StoryHe called me at two am, and told me a bedtime story. [This short story is based off a poem I wrote in ninth grade. It will be on the last chapter.] **Please don't skip ahead to it. Also, pay attention to the dates** Completed
