The President's Daughter

Chapter 2

The plane lands Bobby comes out. We both hug each other knowing what is coming."Sir, we have to escort you and Ms.Madison to the hospital." He holds my hand, then I feel someone else grab my hand. It's Ethel. I look at both of them before planting a kiss on their faces. "Sir, Williams  wishes to address the public." Secret service David  says. "I don't care as long-" I cut him off. "Tell Williams he won't address the public ,the children and I will, and anything involving my father is the Madison's problem not his, so make sure he doesn't stick is nose in to our business." The plane door opens and everyone crowds around me. I all I cans see when I open my eyes is flashing lights of cameras. We walk out the plane still being mobbed by flashing lights. I rush to the car and Bobby, Ethel, and I go in. The drive starts.

"The casket will be closed for the funeral." I say blankly. "We'll sort that out later."  Bobby says. "I want it closed so badly Bobby." I plea. "I don't think it can be for a head of state." We sit in silence. "There was blood everywhere." Both of them still sit. Silent. "There were so many pieces." Bobby swallows. "Livvy..." he whispers I see Ethel on the verge of crying. " I tried to hold his head together, even though it was useless." The car rocks. He knocks on the screen, "Slow down."

We get to the hospital and The first thing I hear is the Television. The President was laying motionless on the ground and his daughter, Ms. Madison was leaning over him and his brother not that far away but both of them terrified. Now inside the emergency waiting room witnesses said Ms. Madison was covered in blood. Now they wait in silence.

I look the emergency room. Everything was silent. I was about to run it but something grabs my shoulder, I jump. "Livvy." I turn around. "Make Sure they make him look like himself."  I look at his chest. "I will." and he escorts me to the waiting room.

"Where are the children?"  I say. "They're with the help." Mrs.Walkman, the wife of Luitendent George, looks in her late 50s. She such a self-centered lady, she only thinks she's important because her husband is important. "I told you a thousand times and I'll tell you again, her name is Nancy, are you such a self centered bitch that you can't even remember her fucking name!" I shout Ethel pulls me back. "Calm down and say sorry." She says strictly. "Ok fine." I turn back around to Mrs.Walkman."I'm sorry." I turn back to Ethel take a deep breath, and wip my self around then,

*Slap*

"Oliva!" Bobby shouts. "Oh fuck you, it's not your time to act all big and tough, your brother just died for christ sake." He takes a deep breath "Sit down." He says. "Why the hell-" I get cut off. "Sit the hell down!" He shouts. I hasatate then slowly sat down.

It takes me about an hour and a  half to calm down. I walk up to Bobby. "I'm sorry for my behavior and thank you f-for your actions." I say. "I don't think I'm the one to say sorry to." I turn and look at Mrs.Walkman. I walk-up to her. He looks up at me and straightens up. "Mrs.Walkman, I am so sorry, and dread with great sorrow for what I did." She breathes in deeply. "Thank you, but I do admit what you said back there is true, now go along child." I walk to Bobby and lean on the wall. We stand in silence before he hands me a cigarette and lights it.  "It was probably some silly little communist, if he had been killed for civil rights, then at least it would've meant something,you now?" Bobby shakes his head. "He warned me, he said we were going to the crazy country,but I thought it was going well, he was winning them over." He puts his finger to his lips and hushes me and keeps doing it. "They...They handed me yellow roses , yellow roses, at every stop." Music from the Tvs music plays. "Then in Dallas..." He grips my shoulder. "Yeah let's turn this off." He turns off the TV. I sigh. "They want to a show of grief, they're already asking about the funeral arrangements." He says and I put the cigerette to my mouth.

I wasn't gonna tolerate it anymore I needed to see my father. I walk speed walk down the hall full of soldiers. As I get closer I hear Bobby's foot steps behind me. Before I can open the door he puts his hand behind my back and shushes me. I open the door and see his corpse splattered with black dried blood all over him. "Ah!" I wail and Bobby pulls me back. Bobby pulls me back and holds me tightly. A doctor rushes over and closes the door as I fix my hair.

Ethel brushes my misplaced hair "Darling,come." Mrs.Walkman says and I follow we sit and watch the news report about Williams. I shut every noise out and think, "I can't wait to see him fail."

We get in the car to the white house "the press couldn't wait for this to happen, they're saying I pressured him to go to Dallas, knowing they're not fans of him." He puts his hands on his head looking stressed. "Bobby it's not your fault." Ethel puts her hand on his back. "They aren't wrong." They look at me with shocked faces. "But they aren't right."

We pull up to the white White House and see a small bunch of service men. I walk out the car. "We're sorry for your loss." One of them says. "Fuck off." I continue walking up the stairs. "Excuse her." Bobby says." Don't excuse me." I stop. "And Bobby, don't speak for me." I walk in the white house. "Hello Ms.Madison, we're sorry for your loss." One of the maids say. "Get all these decorations black, I want everything black, and I want it done before I wake up." I look at the house. "Because it's the end of Dreamland."