The Death of Me | A mafia story

Chapter 2 - I am not like you

Cara's POV

"Dad !"

The word came out of my mouth as a mere whisper. Saying it after all this time somehow managed to slightly break my heart.

"You know cupcakes I prefer it more when you call me daddy but-" Alex started to say something through the phone but i tuned out his words as the phone slipped from my hand and hit the floor.

I couldn't help how all of a sudden the memory flashed back right in front of my eyes.

I saw it clearly, i saw how the tears left my eyes , how I couldn't shut my cries as i saw him walking away, leaving us behind.

Twenty years ago, yet still, the image is still so clear. The memory is still so fresh. The wound is still opened.

I didn't want to remember, to recall it. I didn't want to feel that pain again. But I couldn't help it, my mind acted against my own will and took me back there.

**Flashback**

He knelt down in front of me to level himself with my short figure, "I just have to go for a while." He said, as if that would make me feel any better.

He tucked a strand of my brown hair behind my ear, "You know that i love you so much , right?" He said with a small smile, but there was something different about the look in his eyes.

Something like.. pain.

I nodded and blinked my tears away.

Daddy loves me. I know that.

He will just go for a while.

I am sure he will come back.

Like every time. He just have work to do. But like always, he will come back.

I let my teddy bear slip out of my hand as i inched closer and threw myself in his embrace.

"I will miss you daddy." I said, my voice hoarse from all the crying. I sniffled as i buried my face in his shoulder. He instantly hugged me back, his hold so tight. Tighter than ever.

"I will miss you too, little princess." He whispered, as he nuzzled his nose in my hair and took in my scent. The vulnerability in his voice, is a thing i am not used to.

We stayed like this for few seconds. He didn't let go of me, he kept on holding me so close. There was something different about this time. Something..weird.

I sniffled and backed away. I didn't want to, but i had to. He have to go, he will miss his flight.

His work is important.

Sometimes, i think it is more important than me and mommy.

But it's okay.

At least, he is going to come back in few days..or weeks- or maybe months.

He brushed the tears from over my cheek, he smiled and patted my head before standing up straight.

His eyes traveled to mommy beside me but he didn't say anything. He just looked at her. The look in his eyes, it is just-- I can't explain it.

I saw a tear scroll down my Mom's cheek, she directly wiped it and looked away.

Daddy's gaze dropped down, his jaw ticked, he ran his hand in his hair before looking back at me.