TAKEN (Austin Mahone Fanfiction) UNDER MAJOR EDITING

Chapter 9

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i sat alone in my room confused and dissapointed in the argument that had just happened, why was this happening to me? it was times like this where i needed the advice of a loving and trustworthy adult, my mom was always working so she couldnt necessarily comfort me. i wish my dad was still here so he could guide me with his words of wisdom. its been a while since my dad passed away in that car accident but i still remember it like it was yesterday.

*flashback*
"MICHAELA HURRY UP YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"

"ok mom ill be right down!" i hurried up and applied the finishing touches to my mascara before hurrying downstairs.
i walked into the kitchen where my mom had prepared pancakes for breakfast. yummy! i sat and devoured every last bite of my pancakes, i was stuffed afterwards.
"mom, where's dad?" i asked quietly
"he got called to work earlier today because he had to take a look at some last minute sales that were very important." she answered
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i picked up my backpack and was headed to school, before exiting the door i gave my mom a kiss on the cheek and grabbed my keys. Just as i was on my way out i heard the phone ring, my mom was in the bathroom getting ready for work so i took it upon myself to answer the call. i checked the caller id and it was an unknown number which kind of worried me a little, i finally picked up.

"hello?"
-"hello, is this the wilson residents?"
"yes this is the wilson residents" i answered
-"im calling from the police department, do u by any chance know a greg wilson?"
"greg wilson? yes hes my father."
-"im sorry , but i have bad news and you need to be strong."
"WHAT?"
-"im sorry to say this but...." a long pause occured
"WHATS WRONG WITH MY FATHER, TELL ME WHATS GOING ON OFFICER!"
-"your father's car was hit by a drunk driver, the damage was quite severe."
"HOW'S MY DAD!! TELL ME NOW!" i yelled desperately
-" im afraid your dad didnt make it, im sorry."

i couldnt find the words to express my emotions at this time. i hung up the phone right away. without a sound coming out of my mouth i slowly fell on the floor and started sobbing. before i knew it i was screaming in pure sadness and agony yelling "WHYYYYY?!?!"

my mom rushed out of the bathroom due to my loud cries, she asked with concern and worry "michaela hunny whats wrong why arent you in school yet?"

i couldnt hold back, the tears just kept coming and my cries of pain became louder. all i could do was hug my mom and cry on ner shoulders.

"baby, tell me whats wrong" my mom asked as she attempted to wipe the tears off my face

i hugged her tightly "dad!"

"what happened to your father?" my mother asked with worry

"he...he.." as much as i tried i couldnt find the words to tell my mom. how do i tell her that the love of her life, her husband of 23 years, the father of his child has just died?

"michaela, just tell me please!" she raised her voice

"he died!" as soon as those words left my mouth i lost it, i bursted into tears and screams of sadness.

my mom put her hand over her mouth in disbelief and started crying. she hugged me and held me close, her tears hit my shirt like bullets.

"michaela, who told you this?" my mom cried

" the-they called from the police department saying he was hit by a drunk driver."

i hugged my mother tighter as we both shedded our tears of pain. i cant remember how long we cried that day, but we cried until we couldnt cry anymore, ill never forget that day, the day where the life of my father was taken by a drunk driver, the day that my mom and i were left alone, the day where my family was destroyed.

*end of flashback*
i stood up from my bed and made my way to a picture frame that stood on my dresser, it held a picture of my mom, my dad and i at disney land. i grabbed the picture and just looked at it for who knows how long. oh how i miss you dad! as i looked at the picture i felt a tear roll down my cheek and fall into the frame, i lightly wiped it off with my shirt and set the picture down.

i began hearing footsteps in the hallway, ot couldnt be my mom, she shouldnt be home till morning, there was a light knock on the door

i quietly responded "come in"

as the door opened slowly austin's towering figure stood in the door way, damn! i had totally forgotten he was still here, i wiped the remaining tears from my face.

"just wanted to make sure you were okay." he said

" uhm im fine" i couldnt help but sniffle as i cleaned the remaining tears from my face

"are you sure? you dont sound okay." austin asked as he slowly approached me

"austin! i said im fine!" i spat

he ignored my angry voice and continued walking in my direction, he was standing in front of the dresser as he also looked down of the picture of me and my parents.

with a smile on his face he picked up the frame and looked at the picture

"is this you?" he asked smiling

"yeah" i answered bluntly

"wow you were even cute as a child." he smiled

i really wasnt in the mood for this kind of stuff but i couldnt help but slightly smile

"and are these your parents?" he asked

"yeah those are my parents."

"where are they?" austin questioned

"well, my mom's at work, shes a nurse so she has late shifts sometimes." i responded

"how about your dad?"

my face went completely pale and i couldnt help but let out a few tears

"he-he passed away" i quietly replied

austin's face was in shock he seemed to feel guilty for asking

"oh michaela, im sorry i didnt kn-"
"its okay" i interrupted "you didnt know"

austin set down the picture frame, he had a look of sadness in his eyes as in wishing he had never asked me that.

he got closer and embraced me in his arms , i accepted his kind gesture and hugged him back. i let out a few tears on his shirt but he didnt seem to care. as our bodies remained together i felt a warm drop of water on my shoulder, i looked up at austin only to realize that he was crying too, austin mahone, the big bad boy of school was crying, why? does he really care that much? wow! maybe there is more to this kid besides clothes and shoes, maybe he isnt such an inconsiderate jerk like others categorize him to be, maybe he actually has feelings...

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