Blair Vladusky and the truth about her life

Chapter Nineteen: Blair

I stop outside the living room door and hide against the wall. I listen as my father cries. My heart breaks as I hear this. I slide to the ground and bring my knees up to my chest and, wrapping my arms around my knees, bury my head in my arms and cry silently along with my father. "Blair......Don't leave me, my daughter!" I hear my father cry. I lift my head up and wipe away the tears. I stand up silently and walk quietly back into the living room. I see that he's still sitting with his face buried in his hands, crying. I walk over to him and stand in front of him, silent. I put my hands on his shoulders and his head whips up and he looks at me, tears faling down his cheeks. I kneel and wrap my arms around his neck and I hug him. I feel him wrap his arms around me and hold me close. "Blair....Please don't hate me. I would never cheat on your mother. I loved her too much." My father begs me, holding me close. "It's okay, Daddy. I forgive you. I don't hate you. I never will." I tell him, burying my face against his neck and crying. "Thank you, my daughter. Thank you." My father says, stroking my hair. "Blair?" I hear him ask. "Yes, Daddy?" I ask, my face still buried against his neck. "I want you to move in here with me. I need to have my daughter close, not three hours away. Will you move in with me?" He asks me, pulling away and looking into my eyes. "Yeah, I will, Daddy." I say, smiling up at him. He smiles back at me and kisses my cheek. "I love you, Blair." He whispers to me. "I love you too, Daddy." I whisper back, hugging him tighter. "Come, my daughter. Let's go get your things from Lestat's house and bring them here." My father says, pulling away and standing up. "Okay, Daddy." I say, standing up as well and, grabbing his hand, walking out the door to the hearse. My father's driver opens the door and I climb into the hearse, with my father following behind me. The driver shuts the back door and climbs into the driver seat. "Blair?" I hear my father ask. I turn my head to look at him. "Hmm?" I ask, distracted and not really looking at him. "Blair. Look at me." I hear him say. I turn my attention to him and look at him. "What is it, Daddy?" I say, looking at him. "What's wrong? You seem distracted." My father asks me, pulling me closer. I sigh and say, "I don't know. I just feel like something bad's going to happen soon." I lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. I feel him run a hand down my hair and I snuggle closer to him. "I feel like that, too, Blair. Don't worry. If something bad's going to happen, I'll make sure that it won't happen to our family or those you love. I promise, my darling." My father whispers to me, still stroking my hair. "Thank you, Daddy." I whisper back sleepily. "Go to sleep, Blair. I'll wake you up when we get there." He whispers to me. I nod my head and fall asleep.