Dad-Buscus (Toby Turner Fan Fiction)

Chapter 19: Not Again

Toby's POV-

I'M FREAKING OUT.

It's already 9 P.M and Viviane isn't home or answering her phone!

Where is she?

Is she okay?

Is she even alive?!!

Calm down, Toby.

Breathe.

Breathe, Toby!

I FORGOT HOW TO BREATHE- no wait. I'm still doing it.

She's probably fine.

What's the worst thing that could have happened?

SHE COULD HAVE GOTTEN KIDNAPPED OR KILLED OR BOTH, YOU IDIOT!

I start pacing around the house, frantically rushing my hands through my hair, not quite sure what to do.

Where could she be?

She didn't say she was going anywhere, did she?

No, no, I would have remembered.

I would have remembered something like that, right?

I check in her room one more time before jogging into the kitchen and grabbing my keys and walking out the door.

I was walking to my car, my phone connected to my ear as I called Kathy.

"Hello? Toby?" she answers.

"Hey-uh, Viviane is sort of .. Uh.. how do I put this.. lost?"

"Toby, what do you mean lost?"

"As in.. I haven't seen her since she left for school this morning and I have no idea where she is, lost."

Kathy started to freak out, but I wasn't really paying attention.

I finally reached my car when I saw a piece of paper stuck under my wind shield whipper.

Why the hell did I get a ticket in my own drive way?

But once I walk towards it, I realize it isn't a ticket. It's a note of some sort?

"Toby? Toby, are you listening to me?"

"Uh- I gotta call you back." I hang up as I grab the note and open it up.

_______________________

Dear Toby, or should I say Dadbuscus? Dad? Daddy? Whatever, you get the idea.

Not to be cliche or anything, but by the time you read this, I'll be gone. I'm not telling you where I went, but I will tell you one thing:

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I ran away again after I promised not to.

I'm sorry I've worried you so much and I'm sorry I've cause so many problems.

I'm sorry I'm not normal.

I'm sorry I'm not your average teenager.

Maybe if I were normal and not so messed up, we could be sitting on the couch watching movies with Kathy as a regular, everyday family.

But I'm not normal. I've never been normal, and I never will be normal.

I also want to tell you how thankful I am for you.

You've always been there for me. Better than my real dad was, better than my step-mom was, and even better than my grandparents are.

You've kept a roof over my head and food on my table, and you've given me the love I thought I didn't deserve.

Well I don't deserve it anymore.

I broke my promise. I broke our promise.

Thank you for being the dad I've never have.

Thank you for making my life better.

Thank you for providing all my art supplies.

Thank you for introducing me to all your crazy friends.

Tell Jack I'll miss him. And Kathy, and Seth, and April, and Gabe- and even Olga.

I'm sorry I messed up that relationship for you, too.

I knew how much you liked Olga, but I was too big of a selfish jerk and ruined your chances with her.

But you have Kathy now. She's very nice. I'll miss her, too. She's like a mom to me, really.

And Toby?

Don't beat yourself up about this, it really isn't your fault. It's mine.

You've been nothing but amazing to me since I stepped in and flipped your life upside down, and even though you aren't the fresh prince of bel-air, I'm sorry.

I've caused you too much pain.

Too much worry.

And way too much un-necessary stress.

Now, I'm gonna wrap this up because my hand is getting tired and I don't have much time left.

But thank you, Toby Joe Turner.

I'm sorry, Dadbuscus.

And I love you, Dad.

I'll miss you a lot.

You know who, so why should I even write my stupid name? Oh well, I'll write it anyway just to be dramatic.

-Viviane

__________________

I feel tears trying to push their way out of my eyes, but I blink rapidly to fight back.

She ran away?

Again?

No.

No. No. No. No.

She didn't.

Yes, she did, you freaking idiot, it's right there in paper.

Before I can stop myself, my fists slap into the hood of my car and I run back inside.

I have to find her again.

I have to.

I burst into her room and rummage through her drawers, looking for anything- ANYTHING that'll lead me to where she is.

There has to be something here, there has to be!

I desperately searched for about a half a hour, and when I finally decided to give up, I collapsed on her bed.

Tears started to fall a while ago, and I wiped them off with my arms.

She can't be gone again.

She can't be.

No, I refuse to believe it.

The doorbell rang, and on instinct, I jumped up and ran to the door, hoping, praying, it was Viviane.

"Please, Viviane, please." I mumble to myself as I struggle to open the lock.

I sling open the door once I finally unlocked it, and was disappointed to see the face of my girlfriend.

Without saying anything, I just turned around and walked back to Viviane's room, fell onto her bed, and fell asleep to the smell of my poor, lost, hurt, daughter.