Do or Die | A Slipknot story

chapter twenty one

* two years later *

"You excited?" Maddie questioned to my right. I turned and grinned up at her due to our height difference.

"Maybe. Kinda," I replied. "Not really too sure."

"They may not even know, Alex."

"I wish they would know. Not that I expect them to, it's my fault that they wouldn't anyway."

She sighed and turned her body to me.

"It's not your fault. I mean, they could've at least tried to figure out from Anne, she's the only one aware. But, you never know. They could be sitting up there right now." She smiled, pointing to the raised seats in our highschool's auditorium, which was quite large might I add.

"I still feel bad. I'd actually be surprised if they even care anymore, let alone care enough to show up to my highschool graduation. Not that they really need to, I did leave them after all." I whispered, tilting my head down to examine the floor.

"They'd probably be heartbroken to find out that their daughter graduated and they missed it. Proud that you graduated, but sad they missed it."

I nodded and fell silent when our principal finally decided to start our graduation program thing - whatever they called it.

I waited until my name was called, and stood up when it was called. My knees were shaking, but I went up and got it over with.

I sat alone on a bench outside of school, trying to find something to do.

I half wanted my dad to randomly show up, and half didn't. I wanted to see him again, but I didn't want it to be awkward, as I knew it would've been.

Another moment passed by, and a hand was placed on my shoulder. I looked up and met the stare of a pair of eyes I hadn't seen in over two years.

"Stephanie?"

"Hey kiddo."

My mouth went dry as she sat down.

"Sorry your dad couldn't make it. He's on tour."

No words could escape my mouth. I was shocked. Too shocked.

"Alex? Are you okay?"

"No..." I cried.

Stephanie's arm went over my shoulders as I immediately began to cry. The feeling was so familiar, and I admit it was one I missed. Being cared for.

"Its okay, kiddo. Do you wanna talk to him?"

"I-I can't."

"Sure you can, I'll call and tell him you graduated if you want?"

I shook my head.

"No, he wouldn't care would he? After I left him."

"Alex, he does care. He was tore up after that night. It was like Paul all over again, only worse. For two months, two months, he held himself up in the room not doing anything. He'd probably still be there if we hadn't dragged him out. He still talks about you everyday, saying how much he wishes you'd come back. He's asked almost everyone he knows if they knew where you were, but no one did. He even tells the babies about you. Anyone he can speak to, he tells about you. I mean, he doesn't even know I'm here, but if he did, he'd probably fly away from the tour and come over here just to see you."

I still had no words. Of course, I messed everything up.

"You had another baby?" I asked.

"I had triplets."

"Oh wow, I mean... Wow. Uh, congratulations."

She smiled.

"Do you wanna call him, I'll leave?" She smiled.

"Please" I sniffled, grabbing the phone out of her hand. She disappeared somewhere, and I dialed my dads number and began to pace around the outside of what was now once my highschool.

The line rang about two times, and he answered.

"Hey Steph" His voice sounded into my ear. I hesitated before answering.

"Dad?" I cried.

A/n - yes I know its terrible and short, but I had no idea what to do with this chapter. Please don't hate me. I PROMISE to update very very soon.