Sick Little Games [Jack Barakat]

Oh My God

A tall man with short dark brown hair smiled at me. A warm smile. Friendly. But who was this guy?

"I'm your dad, Maddy."

What? How did he know what I was thinking?!

"Don't look so confused." He set his hand on my shoulder. "It's okay. Look hun, I need to tell you some things."

"You're not my dad." I shook my head.

"Yes I am." He said, turning both our bodies so we were facing a mirror. "Don't you see it?"

I looked at the both of us in the mirror. Same lips. Same nose. Same eye color.

"Where am I?" I asked, taking a step back. "Where's Jack?! How'd you find me?! I thought you left when I was younger bec-"

"Madison." He shook his head. "Listen to me. I'm your father and I'm here to tell you something."

"What?"

"I didn't leave you because I didn't want to be a part of your life. When your mom was pregnant with you I found out I had cancer. I didn't have much longer to live. Your mother was furious." He explained.

"Why would she be furious you had cancer?"

He shook his head, "You know her. She wants everything to be perfect all the time. And being married to a guy with cancer and having his baby? Not exactly perfect."

I was silent.

"So anyways, your mother kicked me out. Didn't want me anywhere near her.. I didn't understand it. I was devastated. Three months later I passed. But thank god you had Jack to teach you all the boy things I should've taught you." He smiled.

I smiled back.

"Look, I just want to let you know that I do love you. You're my daughter." He pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear, "And you are so beautiful. I can not even begin to explain how proud I am of you."

"Dad?" I asked.

"Yes sweatheart?"

"Am I dead?"

"Are you ready to be dead?"

"I mean.. I don't know. Not really."

He smiled at me before pulling me in for a hug, "Then wake up."

I slowly fluttered my eyes open, but quickly shut them again when the bright white lights burned them. I groaned to myself before looking around to see where I was.

I was in a hospital.. What?

As I was about to take a step out of my bed, a tall ginger lady walked in and shook her head. "Maddy darling! You're awake! Stay where you are! I'll be right back!"

"Wait!"

She looked at me.

"Why am I here?"

"You got into a car accident with your boyfriend, hun."

"JACK?"

"Yes, I believe that's him."

"Is he okay!?"

"We don't know, love. I'll be right back." She said, hurridely rushing out of the room. I laid back down on my bed. I got into a car accident with Jack? When? When he was taking me to the hopsital? Because I fell and hit my head? Wait. Jack. I remember Jack.

I remember everything about him. 

The fall brought my memory back? I need to see him.

A few minutes later, a doctor returned to my room and asked me a bunch of questions. He came up with a big scientific explination on how the fall could have possibly caused me to regain my memory. But I spaced out. All I could think about was if Jack was okay or not.