Death's Daughter ON HOLD

Chapter Five: Breakfast and a Gift

Recap: I knew the truth though, her soul was stolen. Like a thief, my father had come and taken it. How he did it, I didn't know, why, I didn't know that either, but I was damn well going to find out.

He took my mother away from me, and if he thought he was going to get out of this unscathed he had another thing coming.

I could feel my anger and sorrow boiling just below the surface, but I held it in for Dahvie while the doctors asked us questions and helped us grieve. I wasn't sure how to start looking for my father, since I knew he didn't live around here, but I had to try.

I had to make him pay for this.

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If I didn’t, I would never forgive myself. He killed my mother…

Dahvie and I slept out in the hall for the rest of the night, and the next morning something suprising happened. Gabriel showed up.

With his golden blonde hair, he smiled at me kindly. “Hey.” I was slumped in the hospitals hallway on the floor, looking like a mess and Dahvie was sleeping on me.

“Hey.” I tried to smile at him but I think it looked more like a grimace.

He sat down next to me. “How are you doing?” I knew by now the whole town was aware what had happened to my mom, so I wasn’t surprised that he knew.

“I’m okay.” My voice was really raw, from sobbing and crying all night. I still couldn’t believe what had happened. I wasn’t even close to okay. But he didn’t pry; he just nodded in understanding as if he knew exactly what I was going through.

He smiled sadly, mumbling, “I’m glad to hear that. Can I do anything for you?” I asked him if he’d take me home and he agreed; I knew Dahvie still had some things to do with the insurance and stuff. He knew everything that went on in my life, so he had offered to get everything handled for me. I was very grateful.

I really didn’t have anyone left but him, and maybe Gabriel. I wasn’t sure yet.

I left him on a pillow I got from one of the nurses with a sticky attached letting him know I got a ride home and I was fine, and if he wanted to come over later I’d appreciate it. Then I got up and followed after Gabe.

“So, ready to go?” I nodded, and he led me over to the parking lot where there was a silver Camry waiting for us. On the ride home, I was too emotional and wrapped up in my own thoughts to realize that I never gave him directions or an address, and yet he got to my house in record time.

“We’re here.” I broke out of my daze and looked at him in the eye for the first time that day, mumbling a quiet thank you and getting out.

He rolled down the window as I walked up to the door, calling out “Hey, Arie, would you like me to stay with you until Dahvie can come?” I looked back at him and nodded, fighting back tears.

He got out after parking and followed me inside. Even my house seemed depressed, with all the lights off and no warm morning breakfast or smiling mom. I sighed, and Gabe placed a reassuring arm on my shoulder.

Then he did the nicest thing of all, he started making breakfast. It was unbelievable and nearly eerie how accurately he had unconsciously fixed a problem I was having. I missed morning breakfast so much, and he was giving it to me without even realizing what he was doing. I smiled then, the first real smile since my mom died yesterday and ran up to him, hugging him close to me.

He tensed up for a second, surprised, and then hugged back. It wasn’t the same as Dahvie’s hug; his was familiar, easy, and normal. Gabe’s was new, exciting, warm, and everything I needed right then. After a moment he pulled back and smiled at me, then continued to make the eggs.