Does Darkness Turn to Light?

(3)

One week later.

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                           March 13, 22008

Today, Alana is going off to college. I just hope the world doesn't consume her like a lion ripping their prey to pieces. I feel like somebody I require the most always leaves me when I need them the most. I just need more dreams of Maria and I'll be just fine. One very odd thing that has been happening is that Presley hasn't said a word to be in a while.

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As Presley and Alana come back from the tiny, ran down convenient store, I slipped original in my bag. 

"Father, why do you have a read journal?" Alana ass as she gets in the car. 

"Because it was mom's favorite color, "Presley responded for me.

 "Enough of that we have 45 minutes until we are at the home of the Giants!" I said sounding as if I was a sports commentator. 

Once we arrived, Alana and Presley both look amazed by how giant the college is. I get out the car, help Alana get her bags, and then out of nowhere I feel myself get pull into an embrace. I was surprised because Alana never hugged of anyone.

 "Thank you so much for everything, "She whispers. Soon after she says her goodbyes to her sister, she was gone.

 The tension in the car was heavy like a boulder a smashing the air from a bug it lay upon. After the dreadful hour and 45 minute drive, we arrived at the house...if it can be called that anymore. "Presley..." I say to stop her from running up the stairs. 

"Why have you been so distant lately?" I see her whole demeanor changed, her face turning red like she was about to erupt like a volcano. 

"you want to know why dad? your are a monster That's why!" She yells at the top of her lungs, and throws our family portrait in my direction

. "What are you talking about?" Now I was filled with anger from her disrespect. It must've scared her because she fell to the floor with a flood of tears falling from her eyes.

 She began whispering under her breath "you raped me daddy..." Then that very instant realization begins to hit me. Maria... was actually Presley. Tears begin to run down my face. Still in shock I went to my room and locked my door. I couldn't have... my own daughter, I think to myself. After a few hours of condemning myself I realized I didn't do anything wrong... She owed me! Years of taking care of her she couldn't just let her father be temporarily happy! I leave my room and head downstairs to where I left Presley she was sleeping in delicately on the ice cold floor. it reminded me of the times are used to wake up next to her mother in the morning her mother's face was so stress less and carefree. She was even mesmerizing and breathtaking well she slept. But all that was over now... I grabbed a full bottle of whiskey, and begin drinking until it was empty. I walked over to Presley ripped her clothes off. I heard next was her cries but I could care less. 

I was empty now.