Tainted Hearts

Chapter 18

Clara found herself thinking about her father. She was getting used to calling him dad now.

After all, he lately had been trying to be a good dad.

Just the other night he took her out to a fancy restraunt and took her shopping.

Sure he was buying her things but she didn't think he was trying I buy her love.

He was just showering her with gifts because he loves her and after all she is his daughter.

Though, she liked it. All the attention she was receiving from him. She felt spoiled in a way.

Lately she felt so happy. It was so surreal. She was so happy that not even the world could stop her from declaring how happy she was.

How could anyone not like her dad?

He was smart and funny. Their conversations were particularly engaging.

The thing that bugged her was that she wanted to be independent.

She wanted to do things on her own. Make her own choices, her own decisions.

Though, the coma delayed her two years.

In those two years she was denied the wondrous offers life could have given her.

She could already have been in college. She would have had friends and possibly a boyfriend but that stuff didn't matter at the moment.

She could have that. She knew she could. But she felt like that maybe want the path for her. Maybe she was destined to live he life a different way.

She didn't feel whole. She felt incomplete and she couldn't explain it.

Maybe you don't always get what you wish for, do you?

She eventually slipped out of her plush bed and onto the cold hardwood floor.

She then silently grasped the brass knob and pulled it open. She peeked out her head and luckily saw nothing.

The silence inside the house was piercing. It bothered her.

Where was her father?

Oh, he's at work. She told herself. Gosh I'm so stupid.

Staying at home alone hadn't been as satisfying as it had once been.

She walked into the kitchen and saw a delicious stack of chocolate chip pancakes, her favorite.

Her dad must have made them.

When she grabbed the stack of pancakes she noticed a small letter that she had not seen moments ago.

Dearest Clara,

I hope to see you soon, my love. I do hope that you missed me. See you soon my dear.

Love,

Klaus

She turned around only to be met with a set of piercing blue eyes.

"Did you miss me?"