Justin's Confident Girl

Nicole's POV

I walk out of the hospital; I can't believe the man I love is dead. My life isn't worth anything anymore. The man that raised me is gone.

A part of me is broken. My father was the only person that would keep me going. The reason I came home with straight A's on my report card; to make him proud. The reason I wouldn't wear dirty slut shorts like all the other girls at high school;to make him feel achieved. The reason I spent more time following my dream of music than anything; to make him happy. And if he was happy, I was happy.

At the age of 8 he taught me the basic notes of singing, and from there I grew. When I was 10, I won the school talent show with the Bruno Mars song, Grenade. When I was 12, my first year in middle school, I casted the main character in Tinsville Middle School's play, Beaty and the Beast. At the age of 15 to 16 I landed small part in the musical Annie, on broadway. Of course, my father was the one who would drive the many hours from Springston, Ohio to New York City every day for practice. He would always stop at our favorite pizza place in Pennsylvania, Ricky's Corner. Just the memory of the crusty smell makes me cry even harder.

When I was 17, I had gotten the news that broke my heart; my father had brain cancer. This year had been especially hard on me, with my father going through such a hard disease, my singing career put on hold, and the divorce of my parents. The truth is, my mother is a clueless bitch. There, I said it. When she found out about my fathers diagnosis, she decided he wouldn't last much longer and divorced him on the spot.

She moved to Miami with her man slutt of a boyfriend that she had been cheating on my father with; dating him even before the divorce! I haven't seen that nasty woman for a while, I don't hope to ever see her again. Sometimes I lay in bed wondering how such an awful person gave birth to me.

Of course, losing her wasn't upsetting to me, it just made my horrifically angery. My father was the one who got me through my madness, who kept me from actually driving down to Florida and stabbing her. But now that my father isn't around, all my anger seems to be building up inside. And this time it's not my mother I want to kill, it's cancer.

When last time I sang with him was just an hour ago, when his shaky weak voice mumbled the tune of my favorite song Over The River My Love. I was in tears.