Walk In My Stiletto Shoes!

Chapter Two- Where Is He?

That night changed my life. I don't remember how the accident happened.I didn't want to know.

I didn't sleep that night. Everytime I closed my eyes I seen dad. That reminds me, where is he?

"How you feeling today? I looked up as a nurse in purple scrubs walked in. 

"Fine." was my only answer. I hated talking about myself. "How is my dad?"

"I'm sorry, hasn't somebody told you? Your dad didn't make it..."

"WHAT?!?!?!" I must of heard wrong.

"I'm sorry, hunny. We did all we could."

"Where's my mother?"

"She hasn't been here yet. She's coming to get you in a few minutes once she's done work."

"Does she know?"

"Yes, but she couldn't get here last night."

The next thing I knew I was in the lobby of the hospital. I turned around and went to the front desk. 

"Can I help you?" the girl asked, without a smile.

"Can you tell me what room Micheal Northup is in?"

The girl stared at her computer screen after pressing a few buttons.

"We don't have a Micheal Northup"

"I..."

"Hunny?"

I turned and faced my mother. Why wasn't she crying? If dad was gone, wouldn't she be a wreck? I ran to the back seat of my mother's car.

"You could sit in the front..." My mother stated.

"But where will dad sit?"

"Hunny..."

"No," I interupted. "Dad's coming, the girl said he isn't in their system. That means they checked him out for release. I'm sure he's just talking. Give him a minute, okay?"

My mother sighed.

I fell asleep.

I woke up in my mother's car alone. I ran in the house stopping by my car for a quick second.

"Dad, did you get my car fixed?" I asked as I searched the house. "Dad, where are you?"

"Brooke, stop it!" My mother shouted at me from the kitchen.

When I entered the kitchen there was a man sitting back to me. "DAD!" I yelled making my way to the table.

"I knew it wasn't true..." Then I stopped. This man wasn't my father. Who was he? Why was he in my house? Why was he sitting in my fathers chair?

"This is James." My mother introduced him. 

Then I remembered my dad talking to me in the car. Telling me he was leaving. 

"Dad left without saying goodbye?" I asked.

James stared at me confused.

"Brooke, you need rest." My mother suggested.

"No, I have to catch dad! I'm going to the arena."

I grabbed my keys and before I knew it I was in the arena parking lot.

"Must of parked out back" I though to myself as I searched an empty parking lot.

The arena keys were lying on the ground by the arena front door. "No wonder I couldn't find them to lock up last night." I remembered walking out the side door after skating. 

I entered the arena, peeking in every room. Making my way to dad's office. His stuff was still there.

"DAD!" I screamed. "Come here!"

"Brooke." I heard my name, I turned to see Drake. He grabbed me, holding tight.

"He's gone, Brooke! I'm sorry! Your dad was killed at the accident!" He explained, tears in his eyes. Drake never cried.

"No." I said softly, tears forming in my eyes.

Yes." Drake said firmly and wrapped me in his arms. "He's gone."