"So what's gonna happen next?" I questioned with a keen eye on the window.
"I'm not quite sure, but the doctors told me that I couldn't let you leave until you're completely healed."
"Well how long is that going to take. Mitchelle I have to get out of here or I'm going to go insane."
"We are in a hospital... they have a special place for you if that does happen." he chuckled and nudged my arm turning his smiling face towards me
I nudged back much harder and looked him in his eye which had seemed to change from a greenish color to a hazel.
As I started to drift into sleep a loud knock woke me. I scanned my surroundings looking to see if anything was different. Anything at all. If a certain remote was moved, or if there was anything new in the room, but there wasn't. I slowly crawled out of the hospital bed and held onto the rolling IV cart I was attached to. When I opened the door there was a man who seemed vaguely familiar, his eyes were a bright blue and he was dressed well from top to bottom. Even his shoes seemed to be spit-shined. I was so focused on the man I barely noticed he spoke to me.
"Hello?" he said once more looking at me
From that moment I knew who this man was. He wasn't someone from my crazy dreams, or someone that my mom tried to hookup with, he was the one who married her. This man was my father.
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I ran into his arms and held onto him tightly. By this time Mitchelle had gotten up from his chair and walked over to me and my father who I was practically choking from holding onto so tight. He managed to pry me off of him and helped me back over to the bed which was in an upright position.
"So are you going to tell me who this man is?" Mitchelle asked glaring at my father
They seemed the total opposite of each other. My father was so cleaned up, his dark thick hair was managed with gel and his tie fit perfectly in between his suit jacket. In my eyes it seemed like nothing he had was out of place. Meanwhile, Mitchelle's face, still healing from his fight, had a dark cut scabbed over, a bruise over his eye, and his hair made him look like he had been sleeping on the street.
"Ahem." Mitchelle looked over at me sternly
"This, this is my father..." he looked back over at me and all of the color from his face seemed to vanish.
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The Unknown
Ficção AdolescenteMary's life has been chaotic ever since her brother was born. Her mother started coming home late, her father seemed to simply disappear, and she lives in the middle of the woods. She thought she knew the story of why, but when the horrifying truth...
