Peace, Love, and Dandelions

Chapter 3: Kiara

Hey it's me, the girl writing this story. Anyways enjoy and please comment and vote.

I layed on my bed rereading all the letters my dad wrote.

Dear Kiara,

 Your mother has told me you have been getting into trouble lately. I know you don't like it when people tell you what to do, no one does, but in the future people will tell you this all the time. You can't use your fist to fix any problems you have or if you disagree with something. Sometimes I wish it was that easy. You may not listen to me, but I want you to try and restrain yourself from hurting others. Don't get me wrong your reasons make sense, if only there were more people like you. Anyways back on topic, I really wish you would stop because your my little girl, I know you hate me saying that, I'm afraid someone might hit you back one day. Seeing you with a black eye and it breaks my heart to see you have bruises and all. Sure I'm old but things are better without violence, even though viloence may be the only way to get the message across. You have grown up to be an independent young woman and I love you for that. I know you always give your mom a hard time because she doesn't listen. I know she doesn't I married her. She is stubborn just like you are. You may not be liked or appreciate by manypeople, but you are my number on.Yeah, it may sound cliche, but it's true. You are perfect to me. It may contradict what I have stated  above even though I believe fighting is never the answer, but you are truly incredible.

I speak about you to my friends here in base and they all admire you. Carl, a really good friend of mine wishes his daughter was more like you. He has seen how guys mistreat her and she lets them. I know it may seem strange for a father to want their daughter to beat someone up but they perfer  that over mistreatment. I know its rough, with your mom and her opinions. I know marriage and cooking seem so out of line. I felt that way about them. They may just be what your looking for, not the cooking part. This doesn't mean I want you to get married soon, by all means take as much time as you want. It means, maybe finding your other half maybe something that heals all the things that hurt or have scars as many poets consider them. Either way, be careful with who you fight, and just fighting in general. It worries me sometimes and again I know you hate being told what to do, but it may not be a bad thing what someone might be advicing you to do. You are incredible and please keep me updated on anything, if its from the guy you last beat up or the last grade on your test. I really miss you and can't wait to see you in a couple of months.

                                                                                                        Your Dad- James Willis

Dreadful tears were pouring slowly but effectively down my face. I missed my dad so much. It was probably five in the morning, I usually go out for a run at this time but I could barley sleep last night knowing my dad could be anywhere right now. Shivers ran down my spine at the thought.  What if he was getting abused or was already dead? More tears filled my eyes at the thought and fear consumed my body once again. What if that one person I truly care about was gone.

Imagine the most important person you care about was beng stabbed to death right now. You couldn't do anything to stop it. You could hear their cry from half way across the world and could do nothing. It could be anyone, they were just drop dead right now, lifeless, cold. Everything you would never want happen to them did, they were getting shot, or ran over by a car, even blown to bits. That fear, and terror you would feel has been consuming my body. Eating away at my thoughts and killing my heart. My thoughts were broken at the sound of a ringing phone. It was our home phone. Could it be the army stating my father's dead, or a murderer. The phone stopped ringing and I heard my mom's voice in her room. Both my siser and I had home phones in our room. I picked up the line and placed my ear of the speaker.