After You (Complete)

Years after years

Years after years

" what goes around, comes around"

Manson Dallas

April, 8, 2017

A man died from a car crash

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A man suffered

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Frustration and anger is all i got left now, knowing that the article is not even close to finished. Word after word i try to think of just so i can finish up my work and be done with it. Here in the office where people are everywhere knowing where to go and I'm still here, stuck.

" Hey, Dallas," my coworker A.K.A my best friend whose desk is right beside me, whispered out my name.

" What do you want, Jonny, I'm busy here," i said to him with my eyes still stuck on my computer trying to think of the words that are suitable for the article.

"Me and the guys are going out tonight, are you down?" I glanced at him and he raised both of his eyebrows intimidatingly.

" I can't, i told you already, my family. We're having dinner together tonight." eyes still locked to my computer, only a word got out to the screen; Death.

"You know, you used to be fun before you entered this adulthood thingy, you're boring now Manson," he said as he turned back to his previous sitting position which was facing his laptop.

I turned to him immediately, right after those words he said, "excuse me, I'm the most fun and playful person here if you don't-"

"shush, you're boring and you haven't drank at all for the past eight months , and now you're married and have kids and all, you're committing to someone and she's fine, she's fun but you're turning into the old boring man," he cut me off and said those words to me

" I'm not old I'm only twenty-"

"Shush," he silenced me again and hugged me while stroking my hair " it's okay, i know you're getting old, I've advised you to be gay like me so we both can go hoe around but you wanted to be straight and committed, its okay, i still love you, okay?" he held my face with his two palms and kissed me on the forehead.

"Bitch," i said to him.

" i know" he replied.

After hours in hell of torture, it's finally time for me to go back to my house and be with my family. Nothing more that i want than to kiss my wife and snuggle my daughter again. I drove my car on the freeway avoiding all the traffics i could and drove as fast as i can.

When i arrived home, i saw through the window that my family was preparing dinner which we do have every Wednesday. I went inside the house and the smell of baked chicken, potatoes and some other foods that I can't recognize entered my nose making my tummy growl in hunger.

" honey I'm home," I announced.
" I'm in the kitchen!" She yelled.

I went to the kitchen and saw my wife standing still stirring some food in a pot. She's standing there with her beauty that glimmers every time i see her. I went to her and hugged her from the back and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled and turn around to kiss me on the lips, which i kindly replied back and there's nothing more i wanted then to lock this moment in time. Every time i kiss her, it feels like the first time, never got bored of it, and always loving it.

"Eww gross," i heard my daughter yell from behind.

"Gross really, you're 13," i scoffed at her with my hands still on my wife's waist.

" 13 and a half" she said, crossing her hand together rebelliously.

" you still look 10 to me," i said. She rolled her eyes and went away to the living room. I only have one child and this girl is my heart and soul. I can't lose her, if i do, i will lose a part of me that is big. That's why i have to protect her at all cost.

After a hot shower and a much more comfortable clothing, i went downstairs and saw the food had been well prepared.

"Babe, Bianca, you could've asked for my help you know," she laughed and said, " Honey," she went to me and gently rested her hand on my chest," it would be a dream come true if you'd help me, but you're not gonna," she said, palming my cheeks as she said it.

My jaw dropped when she did that so I chased after her, she ran while laughing to the kitchen, then to the living room.

" Mom, Dad, stop acting like children and let's eat!" My daughter, Emily, shouted from the kitchen.
I grabbed my wife and hugged her and kissed her passionately under our giggles of joy.

We ate our dinner and talked about our work and all the stuff that happened today. How's school, work and other small things. My daughter went to an elite school filled with girls only, so you can expect drama happening all day long. My wife is a home baker. She baked cookies and cakes that were requested by so many people. I work as a reporter for the magazine called Vice, we discussed about issues such as problems faced by our country, its boring, but it pays the bills.

After a nice evening with my family a ring on the door bell echoed throughout the whole house. Who could that be? The door rang again.

The impatience inside me grew and i got up from the dining table and went to the door. I opened it and saw a 17 or 18 year old girl standing with her long hair covered by a beanie, wearing a jacket and leather boots.

" can i help you," i asked her.

She looked at me with sparks and shine in her eyes. She looked sad and happy all at the same time.

" Are you Manson Dallas," She asked. I nodded my head and said yes.

Her sadness turned into the biggest smile I've ever seen. And so I asked her " do i know you"

" My name is Ariana..."

"... I'm your daughter,"