walker side shit

~The Worries Of A Father~

//Alans P.O.V///

Its about 4pm and it has only been an hour since she usually comes back. She told me she was going out with her friends for a while but she never said when she's coming back. I'm terrified now. She could get badly hurt. She could have gotten kidnapped or ra-.... I don't even want to think if that. I get up and pace around, scared like hell. Should I call her? Should I call the police? What do i do? I feel anxious and worry almost to the point of feeling sick. I jump when I hear a voice.

'Alan?'

I turn around and see Yordan.

'You alright?'
'I.... Uh... Er...No...maybe...'
'You worried or soemthing?'
'yeah...'
'why?'
'Lindas taking forever and she hasn't come home'
'shes probably at skaters with her friends. You know she's been trying to learn how to skate since she went to Lucas' birthday party a few weeks ago.'
'what if she gets hurt!?!'
'Alan, you're over thinking. You need to chill'
'chill?!?! CHILL!?!?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE CHILL WHEN MY DAUGHTER COULD BE IN DANGER!?!?'

I then leave the room and go upstairs to my room. I try to calm down but I begin to feel more nauseous and worried as the time goes by. I sit on the bed, trying to calm down to prevent myself from throwing up. I'm trying really hard to calm down but I just can't get the thought out of my head that she's in danger. I curl up into a ball and lie on the bed, worried like hell and nauseated. I almost want to cry at this point. But then it hits me. I have to run to the bathroom before I would vomit everywhere. I am lucky to barely make it to the toilet and I throw up, coughing from the burning in my throat. I keep throwing up for a few minutes before stopping. I sigh and flush the toilet before going back to my room and lying on the bed. I groan as the aim worsens and I feel anxious again. I feel like an absolute idiot. That's when I hear the front door open and I hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

'Dad? Where are you?'

I try to speak but I cough again. My bedroom door opens and she runs to me.

'Dad! What happened!?'
'im fine...'
'no..youre not... You look sick... Have you thrown up?'

I nod as she looks at me with a sympathetic look in her face. She lies beside me.

'Why did you throw up...Were you worried about me again?'
'how did you know...'
'I was afraid of that happening'
'you didn't tell me when you were coming back...'
'I was at skaters! I've been learning to skate! I thought I told you that?'
'you did but you didn't tell me when you'd come back...'
'right...why did you get so worried about me though...'
'i was scared you got hurt or.... Kidnapped or.... Ra-'
'I get that...'

I begin to sob softly as she hugs me. My emotions are out of control and I just needed to cry. She pulls the covers over us and keeps cuddling me until I start to feel better. I stop crying and I sigh. She smiles at me and kisses my forehead. Even Though I felt a little better, my stomach was messed up from throwing up.

'are you okay now?'
'im fine sweetheart...im just a bit messed up'

She snuggles up to me whilst I'm shaking like hell. She takes holds my hand and strokes it with her thumb. I softly moan as I feel a horrible pain in my stomach.

'Dad.... Are you alright...'

I can't speak and my head aches. I sit up slowly and Linda looks at me worriedly. She gets up and runs downstairs. A minute or so later, Yordan comes upstairs with her. Yordan sits beside me and feels my forehead.

'sh'*t Alan- you're hot as the f*cking Sahara desert!'

I try hard to speak and I'm lucky to barely make anything if my voice.

'I...I don't feel well...'
'You were completely fine earlier! How did this happen'
'im just a little messed up from vomiting.'
'don't tell me you made yourself sick by worrying'
'yeah.... I did...'
'jesus...again, Alan!'

Linda then gives him a terrifying stare. She may be cute and innocent but she's also murderous and intimidating. She hugs me again, still staring at yordan. Linda kisses my cheek and rubs her head on my chest. I slowly close my eyes and fall asleep