After getting out of the car, dad gave me a small smile, and took my hand. He led me through the graves inspecting each one, searching for moms. With each one he looked at, he seemed to get more sad, which made me sad too. "Dad, I don't think I can do this yet, I haven't ever been here and i'm afraid." I said, my lip quivering, knowing he wouldn't let me go, "You can do it, I know you can," he took a small pause, before smiling sadly, "I want you to tell her everything you've been through. I'll be in the car." and with that he turned and walked away. Leaving me staring down at a grave with bright blue flowers lying on the left side of the headstone. With the wording, "Samantha Kinta, loving mother and wife to a great family. 1989-2003" I felt a cold wet feeling dripping onto my shirt, and I realized I was crying. I wiped my face away quickly before sitting down slowly beside the grave, I leaned my head on the cold headstone and brought my knees to my chest, sitting in silence. I don't know how to do this, or how to handle this, so I figured i'd just get it out, and I started.
"Hey mom. Uh. I know I haven't been here, since you died. I'm kind of afraid, to be completely honest. I don't remember you all that well. But I remember your laughter, it echoes in my head on the nights I feel alone, which is almost every night after dad leaves my room." I pause. "You know that? Dad comes in my room every night, 8 P.M. and 10 P.M., and I wonder, if he's ever going to stop. He's in so much pain though, mom, and it hurts me even more to see him in pain like this. I see pictures of him smiling, and laughing and dancing with you and me, but I don't think I could ever imagine him like that. All I can imagine is his sad, regretful eyes barely functional most days, and his big cold hands wrapped around the bottles he drinks every day and night. I'm scared mom. I don't want to go home. I want you back. I need you, mom." I whisper, barely taking a breath in between sentences, I don't know why I was here. Or who I was talking to. I was just ranting, and she was dead, she probably couldn't hear me anyways. So I wiped my face off, probably tear stained by now, and stood up. I wipe the dirt off my butt and looked at the headstone one more time, "I love you, even if I don't remember you." I say, before turning and heading back the way dad walked, until I seen the car. But dad was no where to be found. In panic, I started screaming his name, walking faster and faster anywhere I could, looking back every few minutes to see if he's came up behind me. Until I heard the impact, and the scream. Then I was running.
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Hey guys. My name is Holly, I hope you're enjoying the book so far, it's kind of sad, I know. But if you would please like, comment, and share, i'll be sure to try and update every other day, if not daily. Thank you for the reads so far, even though it's not many. Hope you guys enjoy the rest, coming soon(:
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She Said Goodbye
AventureAlexandra had lost her mom quite a while ago, not even within remembrance anymore, and since then her fathers been coping by sexually abusing her every night, until she's had enough. Join her through the hardships of her life, and the sweets of her...
