Secrets shatter

Chapter 11

Willows POV

"ill leave you to it." The doctor said leaving the room, as there was a very tense atmosphere. my head was spinning. I started to cry, all these emotions came flooding back, emotions of the past, the past I didn't want to think of. I put my head in my hands, this is my farther? The person I haven't seen in what 9 years? the worst thing is I'm nearly 15 and I still have no clue really of what the story is of what we have been doing since my mother committed suicide. Yes we have been running away. But why? From who? what happened at the beginning to make all of this happen!

Bessy's POV

I just sat there is shock. What the hell is he doing here? My uncle, Willow and Storm's farther!? After everything that happened, of him never being there, of him never coming back! But, well he is here now, he is back.

Storm's POV

What the hell is he doing here?! After 9 years he just turns up like this? Who does he think he is? He has some explaining to do! Rage exploded inside me. It started bubbling inside me. Yes he is my Dad, but. I was so close to him, closer to him than my mum I would say. What does he want to corse us more pain? Tears escape my eyes. Words can't describe how mad and let down I feel from him but seeing his face just makes me break down inside. My gard is broken in front of him, because he's my farther!

Willows POV

"I know this is sudden and unexpected but if-"

"Unexpected you got that right!" Storm shouts, interrupting well, Dad, sniffing.

Here we go.

"After 9 years! 9 years you just turn up! Leaving us, after everything that happened! We thought you were Dead or in trouble! But no after a year we just realised that you didn't care that you weren't coming back." Storm said looking at him disgustingly but with pain in her eyes.

A tear came from his eye, he whispered "please" looking at Storm she just looked away. He looked at Bessy. She hasn't cried yet, her lip was quivering, her face had turned white. "9 years..." She breathed, holding it in.

Then, he looked at me, his face, a face full of pain and desperateness. The worst thing was, I couldn't remember his face. Any memories I had I was trying to hold on to but his face I just can't remember. Thinking that this is the first time I have really seen his face. That just makes me cry and break down, and I have to look away.

"You probably wouldn't even recognise her in the streets if she passed you." Storms says angrily pointing at me.

"Your own daughter!" She shouts, with hurt.

"Storm please." Bessy says calmly but still stuttering trying to hold everything in.

"No I won't!" She snaps.

He just looks at her and drops down in the seat in the corner.

"You have every right to be angry with me, I would be angry with me if I were you, but now I just needed to see you."

He says quietly.

"Oh, oh ok. Now you thought you needed to see us! 9 years later!" Storm snarls.

"No, because I have now got my self together and well I thought after everything you need explanations, help, shelter and a farther, and uncle." He says nervously.

"You just think you can waltz in here and we can be a happy family!?" Storm asks rudely.

I just thought about what he said. Shelter!

My stomach flips again.

"Shelter?" I mumble.

Storm stops and they all look at me. He awkwardly smiles.

A home? A family? A life?

A tear rolls down Bessy's cheek, so slowly, as she just stares at him. Storm chocks, and starts to cry and break down. It scares me. I have never seen Storm loose it. She staggers out of bed, and is trying to breath.

He stands up and try's to go to her, but she just stands at the end of her bed, holding her hands up as if she has been caught.

"dont touch me." She says stuttering, as if she is almost scared of him. He doesn't, he just sighs and sits down back in the seat. Storm runs out sobbing. It is almost heartbreaking seeing Storm like this. This is such a mess. I'm only 14, and look at my life so far. I haven't had a normal life, a normal childhood.

We sit there in awkwardness, but in pain.

"Im sorry." He says getting out of his seat.

"I, er, i shouldn't of come." He says, his voice wobbling. He walks out the door. When he walks out, something drops on me, I'm not letting him walk out of our lives again. It takes all my courage but I get up and run after him.

"Dad!" I say, my throught dry as I have never said that word before to him or anyone.

He looks round, eyes red. He sniffs and wipes away his tears and slowly heads towards me. I start panicking, every step he takes.

"Willow, I'm..." He says.

"Don't walk out of our lives again" I say.

He smiles and pulls out a piece of scrap paper out of his pocket.

He hands it to me, his hands shaking. I take it slowly.

"Never. I'll be back tomorrow." He smiles and backs away. I watch him walk out of the distance. I look at the piece of paper. A phone number is there, and "Dayville road. Block 3. Number 12."

I say it out load and can't help but smile. This piece of paper, a scrap piece of paper is hope for the future.