Death Call (Part 1 complete)

Chap. 8.4

Note: This book is about to end. This book is all about the relationship between Dwight and Kathy. Hope you like it. This book is just the beginning. 

I am in trouble.

Suddenly, my phone rings. I gaze at it and it is only Sam.

“Hello,” I answer. “Sam, I have something to tell you,”

“Wait, don’t rush on me. Dwight only leaves me a message for you,”

“What is it?” I ask.

“Ahm….It is all about your plan to leave again back to Manhattan. Is this true?”

How does he know? I mean, how Dwight knows all about this. I don’t even call him. It sounds so strange knowing that someone knows what you are thinking through.

“Are you sure that Dwight is telling you about my deportation. By the way, I am not sure that I am leaving now because I am busy searching for something. If you don’t mind, can you help me here, please?”

“Okay, just wait there. I have a lot of things to finish here. Goodbye,”

She cuts off the call.

Curious.

Questions start to linger on my mind. I cannot state it one by one because it is rumbled in my brain. It flashes in my mind suddenly the image of Dwight. It repeats all the time. My head aches so hard that I could not even stand. Oh, it must end now. It is killing me. All I can see is his face. I wander why I need to focus in only one person and that is him. I need to know all about this.

After wards, someone knocks on the door.                                                              

I hear Mom’s voice. She is calling my name. What should I do? What if she’ll see these things and ask where I should go through? Oh well, the answer is so palpable. I will answer that I am leaving. I am just going to…nowhere, I think. I stand up and open the door and I am shock of what I see. It is dad with mom. After the past hours of drowning me in hell, they are now in front of me, standing. I can see in their face the mark of sadness. I want to ask them why but I cannot. I am speechless in both ways: saying the words of forgiveness and what is the second. I cannot remember it. Oh, I cannot remember it. I bow down my head thinking deeply what the next is.

They seem so curious.

“Kath,” mom utters. “I and your dad were sorry for what we have told you lately. We never meant to hurt you that much. Yes, it is true that you are adopted but we want to let you know that we still love you as our real daughter. Please accept our apology”

“It is hard mom. After all the lies, you have been keeping these since a couple of months, when I am not around, it make me feel worthless. I do expect every time that the family, this family, which I always visit is the family that is true to me. However, I am wrong. I am so wrong,”

Dad moves forward. He wants to hold my hands but he ceases.

“I am sorry, Katrina. I am so sorry. I loved you and you know that. I never ask for more than this, a one big happy family. After I hurt you for telling the truth, I feel guilty. I think that it is still more than that. I want you to stay with us. I am begging you,”

Oh my god, I am touch. He is honest for what he says.

“Dad, I know that you are already sorry for what you have done but the bad thing is,” I take a deep breathe. “The bad thing is that, I need to go back no NY so that I can continue my job there. I have only two days left before my vacation ends here. It does not matter anymore what happened last time. I forgive you even though it is so hard to accept it”

“Okay,” he goes near me and hugs me tight. “I don’t want to disappoint you, Kath. I am still your dad and you know that. I care for you and love you as your real father. I have promised to take care of you and I will do it”

Fine. You make me realize those things.

Mom takes a smile on us. She is now happy again. Her tears are vanishing away. She also hugs me after dad and then cries harder again. I do not know when this drama will end. We are all mourning towards each other. I am getting weaker every time I am down. My skin turns pale. I fall down suddenly.

“Kath,” dad shouts in panic. “Are you okay?”

“Dad, I”

“I will call for an ambulance” mom says.

I just close my eyes.  I can see Dwight beside me but it is blur. He says that I will be all right. What does he mean? I want to hold him but I cannot even move my hands. I want to touch him but I cannot even move my fingers at a small distance. I want to speak but I am speechless. I can feel my tongue curls.

“Please, close your eyes,” I hear someone speaks. Is that you Dwight?

After all this time, you and everything that is around you makes me feel interested. I badly need you here Dwight.