My Father Is Who?!: An E.P. Fan Fiction.

Chapter Three: Welcome To My World.

I must have dozed off into a deep slumber. When I woke up still laying on the couch in my day clothes. The sun was no longer set in the sky, now the moon had taken it's place, hanging low to the ground in a crescent shape. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes with a gentle hand. The night was quiet, the house was tucked into bed.

The moonlight filtered into the room through the cracks in the curtain, casting a long shadow across the carpeted floor. My eyes followed the shadow that landed at a point before the white piano. What time was it, exactly? Unsteady hands moved slowly to the back pocket of my jeans pulling the silver piece of technology. It read, 3:30 a.m. in bold white letters.

The urge to stumble to the piano took over when I raised to my feet, wiggling my toes gently against the creme colored carpeting. My mother had it installed about a month ago, so it was still pretty soft against bare feet. The old carpet had been mud covered and had a particular smell. She got tired of it and begged my father to have it put down.

My feet carried me across the room to the white bench that sat before my fathers prized piano. I never heard him play it, only that old guitar that I often times stole from him. I took my seat at the bench and stared in amazement at how well maintained it was even though it only sat in the corner.

I lifted the lid that protected the perfectly formed keys and ran my fingertips over the top of them gently. The cold ivory was soft against my fingertips. I bit my lip softly and pressed my fingers against the keys. The sound was a beautiful one. My fingers glided with ease over the keys. A beautiful melody filled the house, the noise echoed gently into the empty rooms of the lower level.

A noise that seemed to wake my soul. I guess that the piano lessons my father had given me were well worth it. The sound that poured from the piano was so familiar to me. The song was one I had heard by the Righteous Brothers once while Ronnie and I were driving around in his truck. He had sang it to me. I guess it just stuck with me. After all, Ronnie had sang it to me himself.

Before I had time to process what was going on, the words fell from my lips. They felt warm, but dried my throat as I sang them:

"My love, my darling, I've hungered for your kiss 

Are you still mine? 

I need your love, I need your love 

God, speed your love, to me"

I stopped playing, my hands fell limp at my sides. Once again the memories filed into my mind, playing like a black and white film against the wall of my mind.

"Ronnie!" My voice bellowed through the halls of the empty house.

"Dahlia!" His voice was rough and as thick as thunder as he called for me, "Come find me baby!" He laughed playfully, shivers moved down my spine with ease.

I moved slowly down the hall, my fingertips guiding me through the darkness. From behind me I felt his strong arms wrap around my waste and pull me into his loving embrace.

His breath against my neck sent my head whirling. He leaned close to my ear and spoke softly,

"Are you mine? Forever?"

I nodded, my body had plunged into complete bliss, unlike anything I had ever felt before. His hands caressed my narrow silhouette. 

"Dahl.. I have to tell you something.." He sighed, releasing me from his grip.

"What?" I cocked my head and turned my body to face him. Suddenly, I was alarmed at the way his face had morphed. I knew that facial expression all to well: misery.