Coexisting and Existing At All

Flashbacks...

"Daddy? Where are you going?" I asked curiously. 

My father glanced up from the suitcase he was packing looking at me nervously. He chuckled before turning his attention back to his suitcase, his back facing me. 

"Pumpkin butt, Why are you worried?" He questioned, "I always come back don't I?" 

My Fathers name was, Wilton J. Lock. He was a determined and fine-faced man, Always busy. "Always gone but never for too long," He used to tell me, Cleverly charming me with his wordplay as he walked out the door every month for a business trip. He's always been fancied by his female Co-Workers, Especially Molly Corbin. A beautiful blonde that went by the nickname' M.  

My Mother had always been cautious around Molly. Her smile too defined, Her hands always too delicate, Her skin always too shiny, She was a Barbie that went by the name Molly.                               Molly was never a person that stood out to me, Never a threat, Until she stole my father of course.  

After my Father had left with Molly my Mother was devastated, frozen at that moment when he kissed her goodbye and promised to come home soon, Even though he knew he was never coming back to his Daughter and Wife, His Family. He knew. Mom didn't. 

That's what threw her off the most. They were in love, At least that's what she thought. 

Many times when I was younger I called, Looked, Listened for my father. My Mother always ushered me away from the window, The Phones, Her bedroom where I could always hear his soft breathing when he slept,  Still to this day I continue to look.  

False hope is the worst gift you can give to a child, No matter what age.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Leaving a child is the worst thing you can do to a child no matter what age. 

Telling someone you love them and not mean it is the worst thing you can tell me.   

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Sorry, it's short hoped you all enjoyed tho! 

Hope you enjoy! 

Sincerely, Rainy-day! 

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"I love-....," 

"I Lov-..," 

"I love yo-..," 

"I love you," The voice repeated.

I recognized the voice. Frill and high but coaxed in worry, But the person whos voice this belonged to didn't say that to me. 

I kept my eyes closed though I was conscious, Just savoring the voice, The words smooth and thick, Like honey. My mother's voice. 

I listened only a while more before I let my eyes flutter open, Slowly at first, Then faster until I was hit with a flash of light, Bright and stunning. I could feel my Mother dropping my hand quickly and stepping back at a respectable distance, Meaning she left the room completely. 

"Welcome back to reality!," Announced a voice familiarly annoying. 

I looked at Vincent his hair back tucked inside a bright red beanie. He had black circles under his eyes, His shoulders slumped down, Head that was usually held high was hanging down, Probably from sleeping on the old rickety couch for visitors.