Don't Leave Me Alone

Chapter 1

I could tell that my dad was ready to pop the question to his girlfreind. He tighly held on to the ring box as he paced in the small kitchen. After my mom passed away, my dad was never the same. When I was 11, he met Vanessa. Her husband left her after finding out that she was pregnant. Even after she told him she had a miscarriage, he did come back. Now, 4 years later, the 15 year old me is ready to have another woman in her life. Being hormonal girl was hard. My dad understood nothing that was going on.

"Sam! Come on. We are going to be late!"

"Dad, I told you. She is at home all day, we are fine."

"I know. Let's go, I am getting nervous."

As we hopped in the car and the engine roared to life I remembered that there was no 2nd row.

"You know. If you and Van have kids, you will have to sell this beauty."

"It will be yours by then."

I loved this car, in a few months, it would be mine.

As we drove down the road to Vanessa's, something caught my eye. There was an eighteen wheeler on my dad's side that just couldn't seem to stay in his lane. I tried telling my dad, but he turned the radio on just as our song started playing. In the midst of rocking out, the eighteen wheeler slammed into our car as it was attempting to merge. Glass flew everywhere, air bags popped out of different places, the ring box flew out of the cup holder. I managed to grab the box before another car slammed into us, this time on my side. The impace threw my dad threw the windsheild and onto the road. The only thing I heard was me screaming bloody murder and my uncontrolable sobs. The most important man in my life, the only one I knew loved me as much as I loved him, was just thrown out of a spinning car, onto the road with cars going 65 mph. I tried escaping the death trap, but my seatbelt trapped me in. Another car hit my door and flipped the car. I was trapped, and I saw my dad's bloody and battered body in the road. Someone was trying to help him to safety, but he kept pointing to me. A blonde boy ran up to the car and tried to pry to door off. He could not managed the door, so he broke the window out.

"Samanta? Can you hear me? I am going to get you out. Just do what I say." I weakly nodded, moaning in pain. "I need you to grab my hand and lean over towards me. On 3. 1, 2, 3. Good ok, don't move. The glass will cut your legs.

The boy carried me over to the side of the road and sat with my head in his lap. I rolled my head over to see the medics picking up my dad and taking him into their truck.

"Dad. No." I managed to whisper, a tear rolling down my cheek.

"What? Is that your..oh no." The boy gently put my head down on the concrete and tried to get their attention. "EXCUSE ME! THAT IS HER FATHER! DON'T LEAVE HER HERE! WAIT!"

It was no use. The medical truck reared to life, and sped off down the road, blaring its sirens. That was the last thing I was before I blacked out.

 *5 hours later* I woke up covered in bandages with various tubes in various places in my body. The room was dull and gray. I was not sure why I was here. I didn't even notice when someone broke me out of my thoughts. A blonde boy. He looked familiar, I just can't put a name with his face.    "You're awake." "Who are you? Why am I here? Where is my dad?" "Nurse!"   I gave him a weird look and then rolled my head to look at the various bags haning from the metal stand. I did not have the slightest indication as to what was contained in them, but I wanted to poke it.    "Let's not poke the solution. How are you feeling? Headache? Nausea?" "No. I'm just confused. Why am I here?" "You were in a car accident. I will spare you the deatils. But you and your father were tossed around like juggling balls." "Where is my dad? I want to see him. Now." "He is in the emergency room. I can take you there tomorrow. Not now, it would not be good for you to see him in his current condition." "No. Now. I love him. I want to tell him I am ok." "Niall, can you go and get us a wheel chair?" "Absolutely."   With all the bruises on my body, the wheelchair was severely padded and the person who pushed it was extremly careful to miss any bumbs. We got in the elevator the same time Vanessa was getting out.    "Samantha. Where is your father?"   I grabbed her hand, careful to avoid any injuries on my hand, and dragged her back into the elevator. The ride down was filled with questions. Was my father going to live? How did Vanessa find us? Why is this guy named Niall still with me? All were answered. I was still confused. As I was being pushed out of the elevator, I was shocked at how many sights and sounds filled the emergency room. Crying newborns, screaming women, crying families, and a lot of running around. Being led into my dad's room was a shock to all of our senses. Three nurses were surrounding his bed. Taking of bandages, giving him pain medication, and various other actions.   "Thank you ladies. You can go, we've got this." The nurses shuffled out after the doctor told them they could go.    Cold. The only word that could describe him. I tenderely grabbed his hand and started crying. Me and Vanessa both.   "Daddy. It's me Samantha. I am ok. I love you and I always will. I really hope you make it. I want you to be the fun and playful person you always have been. But that might change." I sobbed into the sheets.    "Niall, take her to her room. This is too much for her." "NO! I want to stay with him!" "You can't I'm deeply sorry. You should come back tomorrow." "I am not going anywhere and you can't make me."   All talk was interrupted when he inhaled sharply. He was going to be ok. I knew it.    "Daddy?" "Princess. I love you. Both of you. Never forget me." "We won't" Vanessa and I said in unison.   I kissed his cheek and Vanessa followed after.   "Niall. Thanks for saving Sam." "Anytime sir."   Then all was quiet. The machine beeped slower and slower until the only thing the screen showed was a flat line. No beeping, just silence and we all knew what that meant. I threw myself onto my my dad and cried uncontrollably. Vanessa held his hands and tried to talk him back to life. After about 45 minutes of trying to get me and Vanessa out, it worked. I spotted the black velvet box sitting on my dad's meal tray and rolled over to grab it, then I managed to slip it into Vanessa's purse. He would want her to have the ring.