I've got two photos. One is both of us. Holding me tight. Not wanting to let go. The other. Is just you. Your big cheesy grin, your dimples. Everything was perfect. I was happy. You looked happy. Go forward 12 years. Nothing is perfect. You never got the hang of the time. That explains why your bus is late. But. 12 years? I'm still waiting. Still hoping. After 5 years. I gave up. Start drinking. Going to parties. Nearly dying. I don't remember your soft. Essex voice reading me stories. Don't remember the way you played piano. However, I remember you coming home drunk. All the lies. The shouting. The swearing. All the times I cried myself to sleep. All this aside your still my father. Aren't you?
My life is a question mark. A what if. It's like you don't care. You've left me in the first children's home you could find. Without a reason. Without an excuse. All that's left is the two photos. That fill me with so many emotions...... I still keep them. As a reminder of what happiness is. What it looks like. I really need you. But, at the same time I can live without you. It's been like that for 12 years. You're so many words. Unpleasant words. You're also my father. I can't justify that.
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Child Of A Bus Driver
FanfictionYou never have been brilliant with the time, is that why it's been twelve years? You're never here for me when I need you, my friends are right. Its hard to describe how I feel, cause there's so many emotions. I guess you'll never be here to see me...
