Married To My Teacher

Chapter 4

We walked threw the iron gates and towards a farmilliar stone.

"Hi daddy." I fall to my knees

"Trianna, i thought, your dad. At the house?" He was clearly confused.

"Thats my step dad. This is my real father. He passed away when i was 6 We were in a car accident." A tear slid down my cheek.

"I didnt know. Im so sorry." Patrick sat on the grass with me.

"Thanks. Tody was his birthday. And its always hard on me. I act so strong on the outside but on the inside im dieing." I took a breath.
" My mom remarried a year after the accident. I still call my step dad; dad. But its not the same. I love my mom and Chris. But its hard. Theres not a day that goes by that i dont think about my dad."

I turned to the stone.

"Hi daddy, this is Patrick. My teacher. He's also my husband. I know you would be dissapointed i me but Patrick is a great guy. Hes reminds me of you dad. Mom and Chris kicked me out of the house. They arent happy with me, but you would be too. Im sorry sorry daddy, for what happened to you. Its all my fault. Because of me you and Brooke died.. I still talk to Brooke's parents. They miss both of you aswell. But they dont blame me like i blame myself." I began to cry.

**Flashback**

"Brooke look." I pointed towards the feilds as we were driving into town. We turned left at the lights and drove down main street.

The street was really long with many farm feilds and few houses on it. The drive from the lights to town was about 5-10 minutes.

"Look at the flowers." My best friend Brooke pointed towards the upcoming bridge. It wasn't really a bridge, more like a ditch with gaurd rails.

"They are so pretty. Look daddy." I beamed.

"I see them girls." He quickly turned to looked back at us.

"Daddy look out." I cried as i saw a truck coming near us.

Dad quickly turned the wheel so we went back into our own lane. But we had flipped over the rails on the "bridge". "Dadddy!" I scream as we rolled and daddy hit his head on thr steering wheel.. Brooke and i were thrown around in our seats.

We stopped rolling and we were upside down. I looked and saw daddy with lots of blood on his body. Beside me i saw Brooke. She was bleeding to, but it looked like she stopped breathing.

"Daddy! Brooke!" I cried before falling asleep.

**end of flashback**

I re-lived that moment all the time. The day that my best friend and my dad died.

"I miss you so much daddy." I threw myself on the stone.

Patrick wraped his arm around my shoulder and i cried into his chest.

"Its all my fault. If i didnt want him to look at those stupid flowers, he would be here right now." I cried harder. "I want my daddy back." I sobbed before rubbing the tips of my fingers along the stone.

"Happy birthday daddy. I love you so much." I slowly stood up and walked to the stone beside his.

Patrick, looking lost, stood up and followed me.

I kneeled down beside the small stone.

'Brooke Kathleen Minelly
August 6 1996- April 29 2002'

I started to tear up... Again.

"Hey Brookie, its been a while huh? I talked to your mom the other day. She doing really good. So is your dad. God, they are like my only parents now. I miss ya Brooke. My mom and Chris kicked me out. Im married now too." I half laughed. "Remember when we used to think we would grow up and marry a prince? Well i think i found my prince." I smiled at Patrick. "I hope you found yours Brooke. Watch after my dad, kay? Hes getting pretty old now. Aha. I miss you Brooke. Im so sorry for what happened. You deserve to be here, finding your prince. Not stuck up in heaven. I love you Brookie. You will always be my best friend." I cried before standing up and walking over to Patrick.