Mistreated

Chapter 3

Just wanted to thank everyone who's been reading this story! 50 reads in two days. May seem like nothing but to me, that's a lot. So thank you everyone, and I hope you enjoy the third chapter :)x

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Intentionally, I woke up calmly, yet frantically in my mind. The urge of crying fell upon my eyes as I meditated and reflected on the dream I just had. What did it mean? I just couldn't get over it easily. I started thinking of what has recently happened the past two days; my mother's cries at what had seemed to be a normal night, my father mysteriously vanishing with not a single phone call answered, and Molly having to stay instead of them during the weekend.

The thoughts all seemed to be scattered in my mind. Unanswered and unexpected. My mothers words from the tragic night crept back into my mind.. "He won't be back in quite a while darling." In addition, the dream constantly being repeated in front of my eyes. And again, my fathers unforgettable phrase. "I won't be here anymore." The kisses that felt like the only ones. The goodbye that felt like the last. All I could do was try and unionize and arrange everything that was going on up there. The outcome or meaning seemed so close, yes so far. I tried to keep the negative thoughts away for now, but I couldn't. I couldn't help but predict or assume that one of them wasn't alright.. In other words, harmed. The possibilities were endless, and the thought of one of them being away from me was enough. I finally decided to leave it all aside and be positive. I thought of what Molly has told me; "Mommy has some work to do, and daddy's with her". Maybe I was just over-reacting. Maybe I just missed them too much, like an child my age away from their parents.

I then realized, it was almost noon. I fixed myself due to the mess I seemed to look like, and walked downstairs to see Molly. What I didn't expect, was seeing a woman dressed entirely in black with her, surprisingly, happened to me mom. When I did, the grin on my face grew wider like never before as I attacked her with my hug. She chuckled lightly in response as she gently wrapped her arms around me tighter, and I've never felt any better. Until I looked up at her again, when I noticed her avoidance of looking at me as she rubbed her eyes promptly. She was crying again. 'Why are you crying mommy?' My joy felt slightly worse. "Oh it's nothing, I just missed you honey." I smiled at her and told her I did, as well. Soon, I bombarded her with questions, like where she was and what took her so long. However, I was given the same response Molly recently gave me. I then decided to ask about daddy. Silence filled the room as she paused and hesitated to answer. Her eyes suddenly seemed to get watery as she said "Well.. He's not going to be here for quite a while, like I told you that night. He's bu-". I cut her off, innocently trying to retrieve the truth since I did not feel convinced. 'Why do you keep saying that? Why did he say that too?!' She seemed astonished. "Who?" She asked. I looked at her as if I were about to cry, since I was not able of stopping the flashbacks from the dream. 'I'm talking about daddy, mom..'. She seemed puzzled as if she didn't comprehend what I was saying, as she looked over to Molly. I then decided to tell her about the dream, not leaving out a single description or detail as I did.

'He said good-bye.. And then, h-he disappeared.' I struggled saying that last line as it was the hardest for me. She said.. nothing. Neither did Molly. I looked at my mother mournfully, finding it impossible to tell that she seemed alright with what she has been told. Seconds later, the tears rushed from her eyes, with a matter of seconds for the rest to continuously stream. Now, I was certain. Something must have happened to dad. Molly broke the silence and asked my mother if she should take me to my room. They were hiding something and I demanded on knowing what it was. I was glad when mother refused and wanted me to stay. "No Molly, I'd like to be alone with her for a bit." Molly then nodded, and left the room.

"Sweet-heart, I need to tell you something." She said through tears, while she grasped my hands softly. I then nodded and held them tighter, knowing it wasn't going to be good news. "Remember.. The night I w-was crying?" I nodded again in response; how could I forget.. "Alright, well before you came, I was on a phone call. It was from the hospital." After those words escaped her mouth, she literally began sobbing. My eyes widened, my jaw slightly dropped, and I sensed the tears leaving my eyes. The first thing that rushed into my mind at that moment, was my father. 'Is daddy ok?' I mumbled. "I'm about to tell you, but this is going to be hard for you and me.." I couldn't take this anymore; I was trembling as her thumbs stroked my cheeks gently, but I felt the shivers from her hands too. Another few tears left my eyes as I impatiently waited for the continuation. She took a deep breath.. "Daddy had an accident.. And yesterday, I went to see him in the hospital. But.. He was already gone to another place, far away from here.." 'W-what place?' "A place where he will be able to watch you, with the angels..". I was young, but I knew what she meant. I've heard of that place a lot, mom and dad told me that my grandfather and grandmother lived there. It was heaven. And that was what dad was trying to tell me, in the dream.

That was when, I felt my entire world fall apart. From that moment and onwards, everything around me seemed lifeless, meaningless, and worthless. I would have gave it all up if I could to have him back instead.