The Dark Side Of Him

『 3. Dad 』

" Dad? "

I saw a man laying on the floor surrounded by a crowd of people. They yelled and screamed for the ambulance. That man that was in the sea of people, was my dad. I ran through the sea of people, pushing them out of my way, as I got to Dad, I fell to my knees before me.

" Somebody, quick! Call the ambulance! " I spoke as tears fell down my face. Everyone around me was quiet, they were frozen. All they did was whisper among themselves. Who was that kid? Isn't that dead guy famous? Why should we call an ambulance?

In a few minutes, a loud ambulance came. Paramedics came to take my Dad away. They asked if I knew this man, suddenly, a tear fell down my face. " I don't know this man.... " I lied.

They shrugged and took him away. I couldn't bare to watch my Dad slowly dying. He would have a stroke if he sees me once more before he dies. Suddenly, I felt arms wrap around me. Those arms were warm, soft, and petite.

I turn to find a stranger. " Please don't cry.... " She spoke softly as raindrops began to fall. " We barely met, but, I don't like seeing you cry. "

For some weird reason, I felt like I knew this girl. I couldn't bring myself to question her so all I did was return the hug. We hugged for a long time in the pouring rain. We were soaked for the most part.

" Come on, let's get you out of the rain." She said, as she lured me out of the rain. I followed her as she guided me towards a cute little yellow house, which was now a darken yellow because of the pouring rain. " Please take your shoes off once you are inside."

Slowly the door slid open, it was a comfortable homely house. It's been a long time since I've been in a house. " It's beautiful in here. " I took off my shoes, placing them on a shoe rack. I was in awe, I forgot how nice it was to live in your own home.

" Here's some hot chocolate... " She smiled as she handed me a mug of hot chocolate. The girl went to her lovely beige couch and had sat in a criss-cross-applesauce position, holding onto her mug by cupping both of her hands. She took a sip. " Come, sit. "

I did as what I was told and had sat to the opposite side of the couch, which had left an awfully unnecessary spacing between the two of us. " Uhm, if you do not mind me asking but.... How old are you? "

She laughed. " How old do you think I am? "

" I think you're sixteen. " I spoke in a hushed voice.

" I must look young then, because I am twenty two. " She giggled as I took a sip of my coffee. Hmm, twenty two. Not too shabby if you ask me.

" That's not old at all... " I laughed.

" You thought I was old! " She spoke as her eyes were glued to the liquid that was in her mug.

" No, I did not. " I spoke looking straight at her. " I think you're very young, and pretty. "

She giggled. " I was joking. " She looked up at me, and smiled. She wasn't pretty, she was beautiful. " But thank you anyways. "

After that, we talked for a long time. It was getting quite late. She had given me her number as well.

" Well, I should be heading home.... " I spoke softly. " Thank you. "

" Haha, no problem. Come over sometime soon, and call me as well. " She smiled at me, as I took the shoes from the shoe rack and had placed them on.

As I walked out the door, I realized I still didn't know her name. I turned around, but it was too late, the door was shut and the lights were out. Then again it was now two in the morning. I shrugged it off, I'll just call her in the morning and ask her. I took the cigarette from a package I kept in my pocket, and I took my lighter and lit the end of the cigarette. I took a deep breath, well that was fun.

I walked to the hotel with my hands in my pocket, and the cigarette still at the tips of my lips. As I approached the hotel, I took the cigarette and had thrown it onto the city streets. I walked it. It was quiet as usual. When is had entered the hotel elevator, it hit me. My dad could be dead, and I didn't do anything. I pretended not to know him, and afterwards all I did was talk to a girl till two in the morning. What a horrid thing to do. Hot, salty tears fell from my eyes.

I'm a horrible person...

The elevator door slid opened at my floor. Then I saw her.

" Ronnie! What are you doing this late at night!? " Johanna spoke in a stern voice.

All I did was look at her, then she noticed my tears.

" What's wrong, Ronnie? " She spoke in a quite toned, rushed voice as she ran up to me to embrace me in a hug. I took my arms and wrapped them around her, I bended over just to cry on her shoulder.

" I didn't know what to do. " I cried out. " I killed him, just like I killed her. I left them to die, and I didn't do anything...."

She looked up at me, then she had placed her hand on my back rubbing it ever so gently. " There, there. It wasn't your fault. "

" Yes, it was! I even lied to the paramedics saying he wasn't my Dad and that I didn't know him. " I cried out even more.

" Ronnie, it's okay... Just get some sleep, you'll be fine in the morning. " She said sweetly. It wasn't okay, I still felt horrible. She then took my hand and guided me to my room, and helped me into bed, tucking me in. I felt horrible. I felt like a two year old at best, as well.

She got up and as she was about to open the door to leave I spoke to her. " Please don't leave me... " I said quietly. " I don't want you to leave me like she did. "

She turned around, and sat on the bed next to me. She smiled as she said, " I will never leave you.... "