Obscurity

Prologue

I was 12 when I last saw my Dad.

I was sitting on the luscious green grass in our spacious backyard when my farther walked up to me. He seemed more uneasy and stressed than usual. He kept rubbing his hands together then on his jeans like he was nervous or something. He wiped his upper lip then rubbed his forehead with his arm. Wiping away the sweat that his stress and nervousness had caused.
"Dad what's wrong?"
"Nothing sweetie everything is fine" he ran his hand over my hair and kissed my temple.
"Dad you don't look like you're okay..." I stared to get worried looking at my distressed father.
"Honey... I need you to do something for me" those words got me scared of what he's about to say.
"I've got to leave in exactly 3 minutes and I'm not sure if I will ever see you again" my eyes started to burn as I could feel the tears rising and beginning to fall. I looked down not being able to face my father, having so many unanswered questions going through my head.
"Honey look at me" he said pulling my head up to look at him.
"I'm sorry for in the future for when you find out everything" Sorry? For what? What has my father done?
"Dad w-what do you mean sorry for the future?" I stuttered trying so hard not to cry but the tears fell anyways.
"You will find out soon enough sweetie. Now I need you to take care of your mother and no matter where I am you will always be right here in my heart. I love your mother and you more than anything. I know you are going to grow up into a beautiful independent woman and I hope to see you soon. I love you my precious girl" and with that my dad ran out of the house.
I tried to process what happened and once it sunk through I tried to run after him with tears falling down my face.
"DAD!" I screamed
I started hearing sirens and heard a loud bang. I ran to the window to see 5 police cars speeding. I heard another bang and the glass with shattered with me laying underneath it.
"Stacey!" My mum came running to my side.
"Mum what is happening" I cried.
"Shhh" she hushed me picking me up from the floor and taking me up stairs.
We hid under a bed while my mum held her hand over my mouth to keep me quiet.

The noises drifted away....

I looked at my mother realising that my father has left and don't know if he will ever come back...