Whispers To Stanley

Not a proper goodbye

  I woke up to the sound of the garage opening. Out of curiosity, I look outside of my window.

  My father was driving a truck. He stop the truck infront of the house. I remembered about the divorce. I remembered the vision. He was leaving.

  Before he leaves, I quickly ran out of my room. On my way downstairs, I tripped and fell. I heard my father's voice starts to fade. I stood and ran crying.

  "Father no!" I jump on him and hug his waist. "Don't leave me!"

  "You stupid child get away from your father!" My mother scold.

"No! No! No!" I cried begging him not to leave me. "I don't want you to be gone. I want you here!" I scream.

I tried pulling him back into the house but he was resisting.

"Stan-stanley I.."

"No! No! Come in! Come inside!"

"Stanley.."

"Don't leave me! Don't!"

"I-"

"Father no!"

He hit me on my head. I schock, stop crying and looked at him. He then put his hands on my shoulders and shook me violantly.

"STANLEY I AM LEAVING." He said to me in an angry tone and a glare.

Mother just stood there enjoying the pity drama.

I knew, deep down in his heart, he didn't meant to do that. He was obviously holding back his tears.

"G-goodbye..Stanley" he chocked and wave a little goodbye.

One stare at my mom. And went in his truck.

He starts his engine and drove away.

I fell onto my knees with my hand reaching out to him.

A question swimming in my mind. "Why?"

A cold hand was felt on my shoulder.

I look up to see her.

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