His Daughter

Chapter Eight

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Mrs. Smith and I had come to the hospital when she got a phone call about 10 minutes after I left for my house.

I had quickly changed into jeans and a long sleeved black shirt as she was talking to the hospital on the phone. It was odd because I thought she had already gotten a call from them.

When we had gotten in her minivan the tension had risen and she had gotten really quiet. So had I.

"So... why do you have a minivan? You don't have any kids."

"Well, I wanted to, but Steve doesn't really like the idea. He said you are the only kid he ever needs." that made me feel warm inside, a feeling that I had never had before.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. And when you lived in that alley or whatever, he would nonstop talk about you, how you were doing, what he wanted to do for you."

I shifted in my seat acting like it was nothing. But on the inside, I was bursting with happiness. I had always known he cared... but not that much.

After a lot more silence, we had reached the hospital. I hopped out and started walking towards the door along with Mrs. Smith and together (with the help of a receptionist) walked and climbed to floor 3 room 8.

She had sprinted into the all white colored room, and taking one good look at him had started crying. I didn't blame her. He was all purple, one eye closed shut, and the other had a bandage on it. He didn't look like the happy Steve I knew. He looked scared.

Mrs. Smith had taken one long look at him and said she needed to be alone for a minute. I started heading towards the door, but she said that she needed some fresh air instead, and left me alone with Steve.

"How are you doing steve?" I asked. The nurse was waiting in the corner for us to be done, but she seemed impatient.

"A..." He sighed like it was hard to talk, "a little better."

"Um... I'll be right back." The truth is that I hated hospitals. I needed some air too. Even though I was supposed to be with Steve at the moment, he was barely conscious anyway and the nurse was wanting to take care of him. I am sure that if my father saw me Steve would be mad. I wasn't even sure if Steve remembered what happened. That I had left him in the alley. I felt worse by the minute.

I was trying to tie my honey blonde hair back as I walked out of the room when I heard the ringing of an anxious voice.

"No don't do that. We just need time John. Trust me you will get Emily back."

Everything started swirling as I registered what I heard, a voice that sounded exactly like Mrs.Smith say. She put the phone down and looked up at me with a smirk on her face. She knew that I wasn't going to let go of what I just said. Dang, right I wouldn't. I was angry. What was going on? What didn't I know about?

"What did you just say? Is this John person you've been talking to my father!" I screamed at her ignoring the fact that nurses were walking up and down the hall.

"Oh you know what you heard, and the little game is up. Your father would like to see you and I am not going to let him down."

"How do you even know my father?"

"It's a long story for a different time. Now come on your father is waiting." She said with impatience as if she was the one who had the right to be angry.

"You know I can tell Steve!" I said viciously.

"But you wouldn't do that. After everything, you've done. Leaving him, letting him get beaten up. You wouldn't want to give him any more trouble. Right?" She looked straight into my terrified eyes while saying this. "And if actually do thinking with that pretty head of yours I suggest that you keep quiet, or there will be bad things for you in the future."

I stayed quiet as I thought through my decision. Steve wanted me to be tough, and I've already gone through so much, so I could take on Mrs.Smith and my dad on my own. Couldn't I?

"I am not going anywhere with you or him. Ever."

"We will see about that." and she walked down the hall and out of sight leaving me alone again, wondering, with my own scary thoughts. What if I told Steve? Surely it would ruin them and who knows what she or John would do to me. Would Steve even believe that I was telling the truth? I mean, he wouldn't want to believe his wife was behind some of this. More like all of this.

***what will happen with Mrs. December Smith? will be coming out with another chapter soon***