Samantha's p.o.v
After the aftermath with Stacy and everything, dad and the other guys have been watching me like a hawk 24/7, and I can't say I don't blame them. If I were in their shoes, I'd chain my kid to her bed to make sure she was safe. We also went to court and everything about the whole thing, and I was so relieved when the judge said that Stacy would be spending eight years in prison for kidnap and another 25 years for the first degree murder in the California state prison. In all honesty, I have never been more happier in my life. It was a miracle for God when the press didn't find out about that, otherwise it would have been terrible.
I sat on my bed, thinking about the whole ordeal itself, when I heard a knock on the door. "Come in," I said. Dad walked in and smiled. "Hey, baby girl," he said. "How are you hanging up?" I shrugged and sat up, brushing my hair off of my face. "In all honesty, daddy, I'm exhausted," I admitted. "I mean, there's just so much drama that's going on in my life and I just can't deal with it. Like, I find out the guy who abused me as a child isn't my real father, a crazed psychopathic chick tried to kill me, my real father Tony freaking Perry from Pierce The Veil. Next thing I'll find out, my mom that supposedly raised me wasn't my biological mother. I don't know what to think or do anymore!"
With that, I started to cry. I couldn't deal with it. Dad pulled me into his lap and rocked me side to side, humming Lullabye. I was just so stressed about everything that happened lately, I can't even think properly. "Let it out, honey. Let it out," dad whispered. I sniffed and wiped my eyes clean of tears. "Better?"
"A little bit," I sniffed.
Dad kissed my forehead and stroked my hair. "I know thinkg may seem bad now, baby girl, but things will look up for you. No matter what the world throws at you, you're very much capable of standing tall. Others say that you're nothing but a weak little girl, but to me, I see a much powerful girl. No matter how hard the world try to break her, she continued to stand tall and be brave."
I stared at dad in shock, surprised by his speech. I don't what happened, but it was like a whole different side of the world was opened to me. It was like I saw the colors for the first time in my life. I smiled and hugged dad, kissing his cheek. "Thank you for always standing by me, daddy. You're the best father anyone could ever ask for," I mumbled in his ear.
"Don't ever forget who you are and where you came from, okay?" he said.
I pulled away and nodded. "I won't. Thank you, daddy," I said. He smiled and stroked my cheek. "Meagan cooked a mean mac and cheese. You want some?" I bit my lip and shook my head. "Um, I'm not really hungry. I just want to be along for a while," I replied. Dad nodded and gently pushed me off his lap. "Thanks for everything , though."
Dad smiled at me and walked out of the room. I sighed and lied down on my bed staring at the ceiling. So many thoughts were running through my head, and I didn't know what to make out of it. I turned and glanced at my clock, which read 8:45. I sighed and lied down on my side, curling into a ball and closing my eyes. I soon found myself drifting off to sleep.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked up. I was in a field of flowers, all along and no one to talk to. I stood up and noticed that I was still in my dress from my previous dream. "Hello?" I said. I looked around to try a source of life, but I found nothing. All around me, the flowers began to die and the peaceful scenery turned black. I stared at the scene in shock, confused at the outcome.
Worthless...
I moaned in pain and looked around helplessly, trying to spot the thing that was causing me pain. Out walked out of the darkness were Andy, Pete, Joe and dad. But they were different. Their skins were deathly grey and their eyes were glowing red. These weren't my heroes, but my inner demons disguised as Fall Out Boy.
