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Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I saw the sliver pistol on the floor which lead to panic seeping into my bones. I walk towards the pistol near the bed and see a dark stain on the ruby red covers where my father's head laid. I touch the stain feeling it still wet, thinking it was just some liquor he spilled on the covers. I lift my fingers up from the stain and turn them around, only to I see my fingers covered in the scarlet color of blood. I gasp from shock then that's when my heart went into overdrive, my muscles frozen stiff, my breathing coming out ragged and my mind trying to comprehend what's happened. I probably stood there for a good five minutes cause I knew what happened.

I commanded my muscles to move forward so I can confirm my fears. I reach out my arm to shake my dad....nothing.

So I decide to flip him over so his face was towards me and that's when I see a hole on the side of his head where it laid against the pillows when I first came in. His light brown hair became black where the bullet hole went in. I gasp and jumped back as if I just burned myself...I couldn't believe this was happening again.

He was all I had left....I was alone.

I dropped to the floor on my knees staring at his lifeless body....I felt empty inside. I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my face. I didn't know what to think, what to feel, what to say....I was lost. As I kneeled against the white plush carpet I began to wonder why? Why did he leave me? Was it my fault he did this to himself ? I couldn't understand any of it.

Suddenly the house phone rang and I knew I had to get up to get it but I didn't think I could move from where I was. The phone rang again, I forced my body up from the carpet and walked to the phone on the night stand and looked at the caller ID seeing Bobby's name appear. Bobby was my dad's best friend he was pretty much a uncle to me.

I answered the phone saying his name in shaky voice,

"Skyler?" his voice sounding worried.

I repeated his name like I did the first time, but for some reason I couldn't say anything else. I couldn't tell Bobby 'cause I didn't believe what my father did, that's when I came to the conclusion that this was all dream it had to be 'cause my dad couldn't just leave me...he promised he wouldn't and that I'll always have him. So I closed my eyes and pinched myself hoping that I just fallen asleep in Lia car and for this nightmare to just end.

I open my eyes to see I was wrong...my nightmare was my reality. I heard a frustrated Bobby yelling my name on the other side of the phone to get my attention.

"Bobby.....dad's dead..." I said.

"What?" "Skyler don't play with me like that it's not funny" He didn't believe me.

"BOBBY!" I screamed into the speaker of the phone feeling frustrated.

"Daddy killed himself I'm not lying!" I take a breath to calm down.

He answers me saying "W-W-WHAT!"

Then I began telling him everything.

After a few moments after I finished explaining everything I began to cry again Bobby didn't say anything for awhile. Probably after 5 minutes of silence Bobby begins to talk again asking me if I've even called he police.

I told him "no I didn't I was in shock that I couldn't move"

"Okay I'll call them and tell them and I'll be over there in 10 minutes okay?" "Skyler?"

I answered him saying "alright" I pressed the end button and put the phone back on the night stand. I look down at my father on his bed and decide to crawl onto the bed and lay down next to him. I wrap my arms tight against his torso and lay my head against his chest. I cried laying there with his now cold body...it hurt knowing I was never going to feel his arms around me to protect me again.

" Daddy! " " Please wake up! "

" Daddy I need you please wake up "

" Don't leave me...you promised me "

" You promised! "

" I'm so sorry for not being here for you "

" I'm here now daddy I promise I won't leave and I'll do everything you tell me so please wake up! "

My chest began to hurt, and I was mad at him for leaving me. "I'm so sorry daddy"

I cried harder blaming myself for him committing suicide. I didn't know how long I been there crying, but when Uncle Bobby came in I knew it was awhile the cops came in behind him. Panic set in...they were going to take him from me. I heard Bobby talking to me, but I didn't want to listen, I held tighter to my father. I couldn't do it....I couldn't let him go....not yet a least. The cops pulled on my arms so they can take the body and collect all the evidence. Bobby was telling the cops his statement about what happened, which really was what I told him on the phone.

I didn't want this I wanted to stay here I didn't want him to leave me and be gone for good. I didn't think I could handle it...so I held tighter and told them "no! Im not leaving him, you can't take him!"

I knew I was being childish but I didn't want to admit to my self he was really gone, cause then that would finally mean....I was alone. I tried blocking out their voices, but it didn't work...I just wanted them to leave.

Then I heard one of the cops talking about a letter they found.

"Letter?"

I looked up and loosened my grip from my father to see the cop holding the envelope and I saw my name on it.

"now!"

"What?"

I thought now what? That's when the cops finally got me off of him...I kicked and screamed I couldn't believe it they were waiting for the perfect moment to attack me. They sat me down talking to me asking me questions, but I didn't listen. I didn't want to especially when they tricked me. I looked down at the white plush carpet with a million things going though my head.

"Why?" I kept thinking I didn't understand any of it.

That's when I saw a pair of shiny black shoes in front of where I was sitting.

"madame is your name Skyler?"

I looked up at the cop and nodded telling him yes.

"This is for you" I looked at him confused, what was he talking about?

He pushed a envelope towards me and I looked down at it. It was the envelope I saw earlier with my name on it before those savages attacked me. I took the paper from him my hand shaking as I reached out,the cop saw how bad I was shaking to do such a simple movement. The cops eyes held pity for me...pity that he already read what was in the letter, pity cause now I was alone. I didn't want people to feel pity towards me...their was no point they couldn't do anything for me, they couldn't bring him back or mom back. It made me feel weak, and I Skyler Youngblood was not weak!

I took the paper from him and looked at my name on it in with my dad's terriable writing on it. I always used to picked on my dad about his hand writing telling him it was the work of a 3 year old. I smiled at the memory, but it faded fast 'cause now I know that's all I'm very going to have of him....just a memory.

I opened up the piece of paper and felt a sense of deja vu.

I took a deep breath in and began to read the note.