I'll Never Die(JTK Love Story){COMPLETE}

Chapter Thirteen: Park

I pull up to park, dad's car right behind me. With both park and hop out. He helps Alex out-he seems excited to play on the toys. It isn't much of a part, it's messy and old, some of the toys are even rusting. But none the less, Alex runs full speed for the toys, dad and I follow him. We stop at one of the tables and sit down together, meanwhile Alex is playing with the other kids.

The fresh air feels great, being away from Jeff feels great, having to talk to much dad doesn't feel so great. The pressure on me is unbearable, but I knew not talking to him won't make it any better. He gives me a kind smile, his gaze is soft and caring. It almost feels like he was my old dad, before everything went wrong.

"So," He says, "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

"Well, to be honest with you dad, I came out here because I'm sorry," I tell him. "I'm sorry I held such a grudge against you, I'm sorry I've distanced myself so much from you and mom. I want to patch things up."

My dad grabs my gloved and with his gently, giving it a slight squeeze. "You don't need to apologize, sweetheart. You're young, you're figuring things out, it's not easy. And I didn't make it any easier on you. But you should know that I never stopped loving you."

"I know dad, thank you. I also want to say how proud I am that you're getting sober. You let the alcohol make you someone different."

"I realized that, a little late but I did. I'm glad I realized before I lost you."

"You'd never lose me dad," I feel as though I might cry any second now. "No matter how long it to you to realize, you wouldn't lose me. You're my dad, we all just went through some bad times. We didn't know what to do, none of us handled it very well."

A few tears fall down my cheeks, but my dad quickly wipes them away. Relief washes over me, a large weight lifts off my shoulders. But I'm not done, I have to tell him about my abilities- I just need to tell someone.

"Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?" Dad asks me. He puts his hands over mine again.

"Uh, y-yeah," I take a deep shakey breath, "But I honestly don't know how to word any of it."

"That's alright," He tells me. I bite my lip, unable to find any words. "You know," Dad continues after my silence, "I always knew you weren't a normal kid."

"H-how so?" I question.

"I know you know what I mean, Eve." He smirks. "Me and your mom both know you're special. My great grandmother once told me a kid from her blood-line would be born special, like no other, and that I would understand what she meant when the right child was born. You were the child, Eve."

"Dad, you gotta explain better than that," I mumble. He already knows. He's known all along.

"When you were born, your mother was dying. The doctors said he should have died, but as soon as she held you, she was completely healed and as healthy as ever. You were a living miracle," Dad tells me. It sounded more like a fantasy story than real life. "And your old babysitter told me about that cat we saved. It was dead when you touch it, but then suddenly it was alive. And that night the cat passed away, I was you in the back yard with that flower. Evelyn, I've always known you're different."

"W-why didn't you say anything, dad? I felt so alone, I didn't know what to do," I hold back a sob.

"I didn't want you to have to feel different, and your mom didn't want to think it was true."

"I have no control over it dad," I admit to him, "Everything I touch dies. I have to keep on these gloves, I have to be careful about even bumping into people."