Heres Chapter 6...A little sad chapter.. but here it is
Song is Bleeding Love By Leona Lewis...
Pic is from XxChasexX
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The bus screeched to a halt.
The Greyhound’s colossal engine settled and began to rest, although only for a brief time. The headlights, which had nearly blinded Emma before, died into the darkness of the icy night. Snow approached. The rolling steel hulk stood dormant as fumes and smog rushed out from the bus’ undercarriage into the atmosphere. Emma’s father came into her mind.
The aroma of diesel exhaust opened the closet door of memories of her father she buried years
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Adam Seymour was Pinedale's main auto mechanic, alongside his brother Louis. Adam was a man who cared not for himself but for others, and although faced with the grave challenge of making ends meet each and every month, he still found time to run around with his wife and share crumpets and sip cups of pretend-tea with his daughter, with the scent of oil radiating off his body.
Emma adored her father.
When the brain tumor was found during a visit to find out the cause of his frequent headaches, he neglected to tell her on purpose, for he loved her.
Several months later around Easter-time, after the many failed surgeries, laying in his deathbed at the hospital in Jackson, Adam opened his mouth to speak to his little girl for the last time.
He held his child’s hand.
“Baby, Daddy is going home to be with God now,” he assured her.
“Daddy, I’m going to...don’t leave us. I’ll be lonely,” she replied with a nine-year-old voice.
“But Mommy and Grandpa are going to take care of you now.”
“I want you Daddy! Tell God not to take you yet!”
“He judges that, honey. I cannot explain these things Emma. It’s...it’s just my time.”
He shifted his speech. “Hey, is that a smile? C’mon I think I can see a smile.”
Emma, through her tears, created an innocent smile and began to giggle.
“You see? Things will not be all bad. Do you believe me?”
She nodded and sniffled.
“Emma-Nicolette, you are one special person. Whenever some…” he coughed, resulting in his voice shriveling. “Whenever someone tells you that you’re no good, don’t you believe them. Everyone is different in their own little way, and that’s what makes them special.”
“I guess so, Daddy.” The child’s mind dazed away.
“Give me a hug, will you baby?”
Father and daughter held close to one another for the last time, and she toddled away to the waiting room down the hall. Her mother watched.
“Adam.” Mrs. Seymour held her husband’s hand. “What am I supposed to do without you?”
“I’ll always be with you, honey. I’ll do my best to watch over you two. You know, we made one special little girl. Tell her that I will be there for her in life, and that I’ll understand.”
“Understand what?”
“Katherine, I love you. Be there for Emma when she needs it.”
“You are a great father. I love you.”
Mr. and Mrs. Seymour fell asleep in his hospital bed, with Emma curling into her granddad’s coat in the waiting room, for the night.
He passed away the following morning in his wife’s arms and was buried in Marbleton Cemetery, adjacent to his own parents.
After her husband’s death, the widow Ms. Seymour soundlessly creeped into the living room of her house like a zombie, looked around at open emptiness, silently strolled upstairs to her bedroom and cried.
Her daughter ly on bed and watched.
Remembering all this, Marissa buried her scorned face into her palms and struck her scars with a hard rage.
Daddy would have understood......
