Practically Daddy [COMPLETE]

Chapter 38

Two days had past. There were two more days until I leave.

"Jo, I'm going upstate to film today. Can you stay home for the day?" Sal said.

I nodded and Sal left. It was 7 am, so I decided to have fun today. I put on a dark blue long sleeve shirt and white skinny jeans. I took the bus to the Staten Island Mall. I walked around a little bit, until I got stopped by a fan.

"Oh my gosh! It's Sal's daughter! Mommy, let me get a picture with her and Sal!" a little girl whined.

"Hi, my daughter loves Impractical Jokers, so she really wants a picture with you. Do you mind?" her mother said.

I was about to say "sure," but I couldn't. My voice was gone. I couldn't say a word. I couldn't use my voice. All because I haven't talked in weeks. I nodded my head and smiled for a picture.

"Thank you so much. What do you say, sweetie?" her mother said.

"Thanks, Jo" the little girl said.

I smiled and they walked away. I continued walking around and eventually got hungry. I ate breakfast at a small taco place in the food court. It was pretty delicious.

I made it back home at 5 pm. Sal came home about two hours after me. He looked extremely sad. I didn't know why he was so depressed today. I ignored it and went upstairs to shower and then fall asleep.

I had to leave for college today. I got my bags and left the house. I drove there myself for some reason. I walked to my dorm and saw my roommate. It was James Murray. Then, I went to class and saw my professor. It was Sal Vulcano.

"No! Why are you guys here?" I screamed.

I suddenly woke up and Sal was in my room.

"Are you okay? Did you have a bad dream or something?" Sal asked.

I turned my body and tried to fall asleep again, but all I kept thinking about was the dream I had. Overall, I had no sleep.

Tomorrow I was leaving for college, and I couldn't be more nervous. I spent my day crying in my room. I had nobody I trusted to tell about leaving. I wouldn't see anybody for four years. I wanted to tell Sal, but something inside me told me that I shouldn't. He did something horrible to me. Then again, he wouldn't forgive me if I left without telling him. At around 10 pm, I packed my phone, headphones, my passport, and my ticket in my book bag. Right before I was going to fall asleep, I remembered that I should bring some supplies. I picked up some pens and searched all around for a notebook. Eventually, I found one and threw it in my bag.

My alarm clock woke me up at 5 am. I snuck out of the house as quietly as I could and took a taxi to the airport. The amount of guilt I was feeling was crazy. How could I just leave like that? Oh well, I guess I should forget everything and get ready for my next journey.

I boarded the plane at 9 am. It was supposed to be a six hour flight, so I distracted myself by playing on my phone. Soon, its battery died and I just organized things in my bag. I took out the notebook I found last night. I opened it from the back and started to doodle a little bit. Then, I flipped back to the first page and started to read what was written.