Chapter 9

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POV Jessica

I ate my pizza I mostly silence at the table. Cap ordered his own pizza (perripprory). I suddenly wanted to talk. Ask questions about To- I mean my father. What he was like. what to expect from him?

I just didn't know what or how to bring it up, but I had to start somewhere.

"So, um sir." I said but my voice was still shaky from all the crying

"Yes?" He seemed surprise about me speaking to him. Then again it is the first time I talk to him not the other way around.

"W-what's he like." I asked.

"Who? Tony? um he's ok. very sarcastic and very smart and um interesting." he said.

That wasn't very assuring but I guess that's the best I was going to get.

(7:30 pm)

I decided to go to bed early. I didn't want to be too tired when I meet him, again. I was still nervous and there was nothing that would change that. I mean I always dreamed of what my dad would have been like. How things would be different if he would be here.  Would I have been happy? Would we been better off with or without him?

Some nights I would stay up long nights with these same thoughts. Mostly after my mom and I had a big argument. Now that I think about it that was almost 5 times a month. I now regret arguing with her so much.

I layed on my bed looking at my ceiling. It's funny how you can get so use to something and suddenly little thing can become all philosophical on you. My ceiling would be mind anymore. My bed won't be mine anymore. The walls, floor, room in general won't be mine anymore. Everything that will remind me of mom will be gone. I will not let that happen.

I got up and went to my moms room. There on her dresser was her music box. I loved her playing the tone. The song it played was 'Favorite thing' from sound of music. It was my favorite movie just because of that music box. It was medium sized and long in length.  It had pretty flower and snowflake marking painted on. (kind of reminds me of Frozen now that I think about it) I picked it up and put it in my suit case.

I know she died but I ... ARG WHY DID SHE HAVE IT LEAVE ME I DON'T GET IT! SHE KNOWS I NEED HER WHY ... JUST..... just why?

I went to bed.

Tomorrow would be the start of the end.


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