Fallen for you

Part II

"Let's do this" I whisper to myself before entering my old house. It was dark inside. Once I lit up the apartment I immediately started to sob like a baby when the first thing I saw was a picture of me on the table.

It was an old picture, from when I was about five. It was crumbling at the corners and the frame was kind of moldy. The house looked the same. All furniture was wooden. The floor was neatly carpeted all around. And for once after a long time I felt at peace, at home.

i was completely surprised that electricity still worked and water still ran after 5 years.

it was as if someone's still paying the bills.

The first thing I did was to walk up to my old room- the walls were still soft pink. I had my bratz bed sheets on and a couple of backstreet boys and spice girls posters that were nearly coming off of the walls. I saw a piece of paper on my desk. I've never seen it before, not even when I was here for my dad's funeral 5 years ago.

I opened it, the minute I did the familiar scent of his aftershave came over me, I let it sunk into my skin as I comfortably set on my dusty bed and read the letter.

"Halo,

My beautiful daughter, I never wanted this for you" I couldn't. I just couldn't read it.

Come on, H! Suck it up. You're a grown woman; just read the letter!

"I never wanted this for you. This is not the life you were supposed to have.

My beautiful child, words cannot express the love that I have for you.

If you're reading this, which I hope you wouldn't have to, I'm already dead.

Please read this letter carefully-

Call Richard the minute you read this letter. Tell him that the angels are coming. Use these exact same words. He will instruct you further on.

I love you, H, and I am so very happy that you are home."

By the time I finished reading the letter I was a wreck. How was I supposed to react to that? What does all of this mean?

What if my dad was in a gang? Or a secret agent? What if he was in a cult?! So many thoughts has crossed my mind about this letter. But my dad told me to call Richard and I will.

"Halo? What a surprise" the familiar Italian accent greeted me.

"Richard, the..angels are coming?"

I felt so awkward saying that but not knowing what it means.

"Oh, poor child. I was hoping you'll never have to see that letter.

You're in Missouri, eh? Please come and see me as soon as you can, we have a lot to discuss about."

I wanted to know what was happening.

I needed to know, so after hanging up the phone I took my father's car keys that sat on his nightstand so casually like my dad just put them there last night.

It took me a while to start the car that smelt like dust and candy, but when I finally did, I raced over to Richard's house, I wanted answers, and so help me god I am going to get them.