👼MY GUARDIAN ANGEL👼

'Broken'

It was now 1998, and I just turned 20 years old, and I was again back in New York, even though I couldn't find a house in Long Island where I wanted to be, I did find a nice small condo in Manhattan, where I worked as a part-time secretary in a bank. It's been a little over 5 years since I seen or heard from Crisstopher, and really missed him and wanted to see him and my second family. So during one of my vacation times from my job I headed to Long Island to see if I could find them, or even if they still lived in the same house. 

I was amazed when I found that they did still live there, and was even more shocked with excitement when I saw Crisstopher for the first time now that he was a very exotic and sexy young man now that he was 26 years old. His hair was jet black and all the way down past his lower extremities, and he was head to toe covered with black leather. Most girls would find him scary or repulsive, but I thought he was gothically sexy. I didn't wait for a formal reintroduction, I ran over to him as he got off his motorcycle and jumped into his arms as I screamed out his name. He caught me in midair as he swung me around in circles knowing me right away, but after the initial excitement was over with he went back to his very sad expressions and slowly told me that his dad was in the hospital dying from cancer.

My heart plummetted to the ground at my feet as I heard myself begging him to take me over to see him, he shook his head yes to me, as I pulled him to my car and drove us back to the hospital Crisstopher looked at me when he saw the necklace Costa got me for my 13th birthday still on my neck, and the bracelet was hanging from my rearview mirror. Then he looked down in the middle of the console in between the seats and saw my Lucy China Doll that Papa J got me for my birthday and it still looked like brand new. Before he could ask me I told him that Gizmo was really old now, but he was still with me back home. Crisstopher couldn't really speak but he put his hand on mine and gave it a loving squeeze.

Crisstopher helped me out of the car, as I held close to my Lucy doll, and he showed me to Papa J's room where he was sitting quietly in bed looking at the television that was turned off. Crisstopher walked in first and silently sat in the chair so I could have my moment with him first. I didn't have to say anything, right when he saw me, he held out his arms to me as he said he knew his princess would come see him. I buried my head in his shoulder as tears began to form in my eyes at seeing how poorly he looked since the last time I saw him. We talked for a couple hours about all that's happened to me and how much I missed him and my second family so much. John finally came out and told me the hard truth about himself, even though I didn't want to hear it, I knew he was right, but it broke my heart when he told me he wasn't going to be around much longer...and he just wanted me to know that he couldn't have loved me more if I was his own flesh and blood daughter, and if I ever needed anyone to turn to, that I was part of his family and they would always be there for me.

I was so worn out from crying that I fell asleep in Papa J's arms in the hospital bed with him, when he had a little talk with Crisstopher which made Crisstopher cry massively but he did what his dad asked him to do, John slid off his wedding band and placed it on my necklace chain as I slept, then he kissed his son as Crisstopher lifted me out of the bed, and took me back to their house. As Crisstopher carried me to his bedroom, he was still in tears knowing that I wasn't going to see his dad again. After he tucked me in though he rushed back to the hospital and when he made it to his father's side and pulled him into his arms, John held his son one last time and told him to never give up and never stop believing and one day he would succeed. Then he told his son that he loved him very much and asked him to tell the family he loved them too, then John closed his eyes one last time...then he was gone...after several years of fighting Cancer, it took his life.

I was awake and sitting in Crisstopher's bed looking around wondering where I was, when Crisstopher came into the room in a deepening and saddening state of shock, telling me blankly that his dad was gone, I reached out to him, once he was in my arms he didn't move again that night, and we both cried until we had no tears left to cry. I stayed with the family helping out in any way I could, while we all were in deep mourning, I even went to the hospital and paid Papa J's hospital bills so they wouldn't have to worry about it, knowing that he didn't have any insurance. I also helped out with the funeral costs because I was doing better off having a great job and living easy and single, so I had plenty of money saved up. 

It wasn't until the end of the second week of me staying with them, that Crisstopher decided to rekindle a little more with me, and during my last week with him, it was very romantic and extremely sexual. Sadly after I had to leave them once again to go back to Manhattan and work, by the time my next vacation time came, Crisstopher was no longer living there, but I did still stay with Mama D and JD that still lived on the same block and they told me all about Crisstopher being married to Joann Winkhart, and that his magic took a wild leap into success, and that they both moved to Las Vegas to work at the Planet Hollywood Resort. I looked down as I told her how happy I was for him, but deep down I was heartbroken, my chances were really over, now that my one love was married now I had no choice but to move on too.