Chapter One
"Shaelynn you call me if you need anything. If you need me, I will be there without question. But just because I'll be there when things go wrong, doesn't mean you get to do stupid things. You have to use your fucking head. You better promise me you'll be safe. I remember being in college I know what happens in the shower rooms and at all those parties and I'm not saying don't go to the parties but what I am saying is be careful when you smoke weed cause most people are gonna rip you off and sell it for too high of a price and it might be parsley instead of hemp if you know what i'm saying." my father finished jokingly as we both paused to let out a laugh. "But seriously don't forget about me. You need to call me every once in awhile just so I know you're not dead alright?" my father announced. His large brown eyes stared down at me with water brimming the edges. I hadn't been away from my dad for more than a month my entire life so me leaving for university was a big thing for the both of us.
"Don't worry dad I'll call you every Tuesday and I promise I won't mess with anyone I meet in a shower stall," I laughed. "but you have to promise me something. You need to make sure you keep up with your medication and don't just eat junk because it's there and easy." I smiled and gave him a big hug.
"Don't you worry I will be fine. Your aunt will be checking in on me daily, but I definitely will not be giving up junk food" He said, confidant in himself.
I sighed, "Well then I will not be keeping my promise of not talking to people in shower stalls, but I really mean it when I say you need to remember your medication. I know it's not in your control sometimes but just please try your hardest to remember."
My father has been forgetting things here and there. Lately he's been forgetting to take his ACE inhibitors for his high blood pressure. He just turned seventy so I wasn't surprised he was being forgetful. He was forty nine when I was born you could say I was an unexpected baby.
"I will try my very hardest." He said as he pulled me into a hug and began to stroke my long brown hair. "I love you darling you know that right "
"Yes dad and I love you. Are you sure you're going to be okay with me in New York?"
After my mother was gone he had always been there to take care of me but now with everything that's going on at home, it just feels wrong to leave him. It should be my turn to take care of him.
"I know what you're thinking Lynn, and you don't have to take care of me. Your Aunt Candace is going to check on me every couple days, just like you made her promise. I'm going to be fine, and you're going to university and you're going to become the best musician there ever was." my father cut into my thoughts like he could read my mind.
"But dad are you-" he cut me off and started pushing me towards security.
"Yes, Lynn I will be fine." He laughed at how paranoid I was being. "Now go get on that plan and get to New York."
"I love you dad." I announce one last time as I walked through the security entrance. I glanced back to take a look at the man who helped guide me through my whole life. It seemed as if everything around me was going in fast forward. I still felt as if it was just yesterday that he had walked me into kindergarten.
"I LOVE YOU TOO SHAELYNN!" I hear my dad yell as I walk around the corner to get into the security line. I looked back at him one more time before disappearing around the corner.
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The plane ride was nothing special. For an hour and thirty minutes I was stuck between a drooling man and a young boy who wouldn't shut up. It probably didn't help that my iPod had died about ten minutes in and I had forgotten to put my charger in my carry on bag. Plus my phone didn't have any of my music downloaded onto it, so I was forced to listen to the small boy talk of how excited he was to be in New York for the first time.
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Melody. ~H.S.~
RomanceMusic. That was the only constant in Shaelynn's life, music had been there for her when the most important things in her life were being torn from her, music was there when her loving father couldn't be. That feeling she got when she put pen to pape...