"It's been a while hasn't it?" I chuckled sadly through my murky eyes. "I wish you were here right now, because I don't know what to do." I sniffled.
I was at my mom's grave. Although I didn't know her at all I knew she would be able to help me with what I'm going through right now. I was sitting on my knees in the grass. I wiped away the dead debris off of her head stone and placed a couple of new flowers on the top of it.
"It's about a boy..." I said going through the whole story and apologizing for my actions knowing that she would have wanted a better way for me to live my life.
Once I was done telling my story I found myself leaning against her head stone as if it was her embracing me. I wish I had gotten to get to know my mom before she died; but then again, I spent seven and a half months inside her.
That's what caused her death. I wanted to come early not knowing what consequences would be the outcome. I couldn't have waited a little longer to not only save myself, but her too.
I stood up and wiped away my tears knowing I couldn't get any kind of answer from her. I kissed the headstone goodbye and promising to come back soon, hopefully with my daddy the next time.
I always hated and loved going to the cemetery. I loved it well, for obvious reasons. But I hated it because the creepy guard always gives ne suggestive looks. It's like seriously old man, you a little in over your head trying to think that I would go for someone like you.
Sure my standards aren't the best standards out there but I do have standards!!
Anyways back on track. I'm on my way home and I can already see my dad pacing behind the front door waiting for me to come home any minute to chew my head off. I turned my bike off and took off my helmet and hesitantly opened the door.
He stopped mid stride and turned to look at me. I gave him a sheepish smile and he adjusted his stance to one where it looked like he was saying 'I'm not in the mood, explain yourself now'. My smile fell and I took a deep breath.
"And where exactly have you been? Not only have I received a call from your school saying that you have left the premises, I can't get a hold of you on your cell phone, it's almost mid-night, and you are just getting home acting like there is nothing wrong with this situation." He raised his eyebrow. "What do you have to say for yourself young lady?"
"I was with mom?" I said meekly scrunching my face.
"Well I want a phone call next time you do anything like this." He said coming closer to me giving me a hug. "Now I can tell Gerard to stop looking for you along with the other guys." He picked up his phone leaving me standing there in the hallway with my mouth open.
"Daddy you called a search party for me?!" I asked him once he was done talking on the phone.
"Well I didn't know where you were and neither did Lola or Riley! What did you expect me to do? Just wait until you come home on your own?! Someone could've taken you." I said fear apparent in his eyes.
"Nothing would've happened Daddy. You know I can handle myself." I crossed my arms.
"Well you can't always handle yourself." He said and then stormed past me.
"What does that even mean?!" I yelled after him. He stopped in his tracks and slowly turned to face me.
"I am the one looking out for you now. And when I'm gone who is going to be that person?" He looked me dead in the eyes.
I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I probably looked like a fish out of water. Was he saying that I needed some male company in my life? Did he think I wasn't strong enough to protect myself?
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Daddy Dearest.
Short Story"Daddy," Mikayla spoke into the phone. "Yes sweet heart?" He replied back concerned. "I need you to take care of a problem for me." She spoke silently. "Fax me the details." And the phone went dead. ******** Mikayla Jones has always been what you...