I tapped my foot impatiently on the cold hard ground of the visitors room. Oliver watched me as my nervousness grew, ready engulf me. The wait was killing me. A tall man, dressed in a black uniform, with badges that decorated his chest walked in. He looked like he was the one in charge. He spoke, in deep voice.
"Mr. Johnson shall see you now" he said
I breathed in deeply, you're ready, Mia. The man escorted me to a room with a large window. There, I saw my dad, sitting in a chair with his bowed die. He was in bad shape.
"You may go in, but only for a few minutes" the man said "I shall I form you when it's time to leave"
I nodded and twisted the the door knob to let myself in. A loud squeak made my father look at the door, then me. He gave me a faint smile, I smiled back at him, I didn't want him to be sad. I walked up to him and sat on the ground, seeing that there was no extra chair. I thought for a moment, of how to start a conversation with him. Then, before I could start, he spoke.
"I'm so sorry..." He said quietly "I'm so sorry Mia, I tried, but I can't..."
"Dad, what exactly happened before you.." I paused for a moment "killed him..."
"He was insulting me, he was blaming me about how my actions have made your life to be such...A miserable one..." He lifted his head, looking at me with sadness and regret in his eyes "I lost it when he said..."
"When he said that....I would never be a good enough father for you..."
My heart sank when I heard these words. I was confused by the past and now. I always believed he hated us because we weren't enough for him. Now he was saying that he would never be enough for us, for me. His own daughter. We stayed silent for a while, our breathing clear, and the shutting of our eyelids were clear as well, that's how quiet it was. I breathed in deeply, breaking the silence between us. I had to say something
"I-I understand dad..." I started "but what I don't understand is that you care about me now...Why?" I looked at him as his head slowly dropped.
"Because, when me and your mother started fighting I thought that you were nothing to me....And that you guys didn't care of how hard I worked to provide your guys a roof over your heads..." He said breathing in
"Then...That night...The night when I...." He paused shutting his eyes tight, trying to forget the pain and regret "shot your mother...I was filled with so much rage that I....felt so happy that she was gone....Then I wanted to go for you..." he stopped his mouth still open "then I heard sirens... I finally noticed what I had just done, I never forgave myself that night..."A year dropped slid down his cheek then hitting his uniform
I reached my hand towards his face, wiping the remnants of his tear away. I felt sorry for him, I guess I was just blaming him too much. Your such a great daughter Mia. Your such a great daughter....So great.
"It's okay dad...It's okay..." I said, my eyes starting to water "it's okay..." I started to cry like I've never cried before, I'm sorry. I covered my face with the palm of my hands and cried more. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. As I cried I felt gentle hands pull me closer, he hugged me and kissed my forehead.
"Don't cry Mia, don't cry.." he rubbed my back to comfort me. I missed this. Before the fights, before all this, when I cried as child he would give me hug to comfort me, to make me feel safe.
I pulled away and dried my tears with the sleeve if my sweater and looked up to him. He smiled, a faint one. I smiled back and hugged him. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for judging you too much. The loud squeak from the door interupted us, I pulled away from my dad and looked behind, it was the man who escorted me earlier.
"Time's up" he said
"Oh..Um okay.." I replied wiping my eyes and standing up "bye dad..." I said with a smile
"Bye sweetie" he smiled back
The man brought me back to Oliver and had sit down at a table.
"You know your father will have to stay for a few more years after this" he said in a quiet tone
"Oh, how many more years will he have to stay here?" I asked sniffling
"Only two years, don't worry, he'll be fine" he assured, he will be fine. The man escorted us to the exit and left us there. I looked at my phone to check the time. Shit, we we're late for school.
"Oliver, we're late for school!!" I panicked
"Calm down! I'll just hail a cab...Yeesh" he said raising his hand to the side, hoping they would see him. Eventually one did see him, a few minutes ago, drivers were practically ignoring him, which ended in him cussing his heart out. He has issues.
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"Why are you late Ms. Jones?" Ms. Pepper questioned me, she looked furious. Of course she would be, I mean, I'm late as hell.
"There was just some family problems I had to attend to..." I said quietly, my head lowered. Gosh this was embarrassing, everybody was staring.
"Okay then, make sure this doesn't happen again" she excused me. I nodded and sat at the empty seat next to the most annoying and deadly guy I know and fear, Lucas. Aren't there other seats, why did it have to be this one? I sat down quietly, glancing at him just to make sure he wasn't gonna attack me or get me in trouble. I had enough trouble already. The bell rang loudly throughout the class, that was fast. Well I was late though, so ya. I took my bag and speed walked to the door. I didn't wanna hang around to be alone with him, it was too dangerous, all hey I had to kick him twice. Gotta avoid him again. I walked to my locker and stuffed my books back in and took the next class's books. As I closed the door I screamed when Lucas was behind it, waiting.
"So...How's your dad?" He asked as if nothing had happened, how did he know this by the way?
"Why are you asking this when you scared the living shit outta me? And how did you know?" I asked curious if he knew
"It was on the news" he answered as he lifted up his phone. I guess this guy like news too, but why was he being nice to me? Wasn't he suppose to get back at me after I kicked him twice? Odd.
"Um, why are you being nice to me?" I asked
"Cause I feel sorry for what happened, can't a guy feel sorry?" He said with sympathy
I can't believe it he was actually being nice to me! Lucas, Lucas Jones was being nice to me! Amazing!
"Hey you!" A high pitched voice called out. Oh great. Here comes Veronica.
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This chapter kinda took some time, but here it is! Hope you guys enjoyed it!
Tnx anyways!
Sam_Salmon
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Teen Fiction"please, stay back!" I yelled putting my hands in front of me " I'm a monster, just like my father..." "every single time I try to be less like him, I just go back to the monster I really am...I don't want to hurt anyone anymore...I can't handle it...
