My day was flat out boring. Jake was in pretty much all my classes, this would make me happy except for the fact that he makes me sick. Literally. I just got home a threw up what i ate for lunch.
I guess i need to tell you what happened. I got my lunch, what i have gotten for the past three years; pizza. Nothing exciting. I would not want to jump someone for this pizza though. But i sat down at my old table and Jake sat right in front of me. He kept watching me, it was creepy i will admit. But i enjoyed it. The most important part however is that he played footsie with me the entire half hour.
When i got home i made a sandwhich. Not really exciting. But hey, that doesn't really matter. I just, i wish my dad was home so he could see me, my change.
I woke up and i saw my dad. God i loved him.
"Hi daddy." i smiled up at him.
"Hi Bug, i've gotta go out for a while but i'll be home soon don't worry. Goodnight Bug. I love you." His eyes looked sad.
"I love you too daddy!" I hugged him before he left.
I woke up and expected to see my dad but he was nowhere to be seen. I went all around the house asking everyone else if they had seen him. They all said no. I thought nothing of it and went about reading like any other normal day, well normal for my 13 year old self at least. Later that day there was a knock and someone else answered it. I don't remember who because there were 5 other bike members that lived in the house. But he called my name down so i went. There was a police woman.
"Hi little girl, can i speak to you?" Her smile looked real.
I only nodded as she walked me out to the front porch.
"Do you know what dying means?" She didn't smile anymore.
"Yeah."
"Your dad, he isn't, he won't be coming back anymore." I looked at her as tears pooled in both of our eyes. I had to be strong. He would want me to be strong.
"Can i stay here? These people are my only family now and i don't want to leave them." My voice was small, i was too worried about it cracking so i didn't talk very loud.
"Yes you can." She did smile this time.
I leaned my head against the shower wall, letting the scalding water hit my body. I have a migraine, this usually happens when i think of my dad. I finished my shower and sulked all the way to my bedroom. I dried off my body and hair. I slipped on a pair of black ripped jeans, my Guns 'n Roses shirt and my leather jacket, after my dad died the five men pitched it to get it for me. It was an exact copy of my dad's, except smaller to fit me. Don't worry though. I have my dad's biker jacket in my closet.
As i passed the neighboring housee i felt something odd wash over me. It was soon replaced with thoughts of my father. I stopped at a flower shop and got one single black rose. My favorite flower by far because it was his favorite.
I walked around his bedroom a week after the funeral service. I plucked a black rose from his bedside table. Everything in his bedroom was grey, back or white. No color. But then color never really suited him. Sitting on his bed i wept. My tears falling on the black rose i held in my palms.
After i put myself together i went to my bedroom, still grasping the rose. I hung it upside-down, connecting it to my dreamcatcher. Then i fell asleep for what felt like years.
Pulling into the cemetary i let out a breath, it was more like a sigh honestly. I parked and walked to his grave, setting the black rose on the cement.
"I miss you daddy. The way you'd call me bug. I miss your arms and the way you smelled of cigarettes and oil. I miss your scruffly beard. Damn it dad. Why'd you have to go. They said you were DOA. Dead. On. Arrival. I despised the world after that. I wanted to scream, to cry. I couldn't i knew you would want me to be weak, although i did steal your flower. Just one. But i have it safe. I hope no one takes it from me. I might die if that happened.
Our family promised you they'd take care of me. And they have. I'm 17 now, almost am adult. I have my very own motorcycle. The same model as yours.. actually dad. I have your motorcycle. Her name is still Harley, just like you called her when she was yours. Thank you for taking care of me for as long as you did. I love you so much."
I whimpered as the tears fell down my cheeks. Coughing i sat straight up again and whispered,
"Daddy.. come home soon please.. you said you'd be home soon.. please da-" i was cut off by someone placing their hand on my shoulder.
