It's All My Fault

Caraphernelia

It was now 9am in the morning, today was the day that Ryan and I are going to check up on my father.

“I have to tell you something Ryan”

“What?” He asked while making his coffee.

“My father and I fought over you.. He asked who you were and he just freaked out”  I paused.

“Are you sure you still want to go with me?” My hands shook as I said that.

He stopped making his coffee and walked towards me.

“Jodie, I care about you and your well-being, don’t you understand that even if your dad doesn’t like me it won’t stop me from loving you?”

I blushed.

“But what if…”

“What?” Ryan stepped closer to me this time.

“What if he tries to attack you? I don’t want you to get hurt because of me”

He giggled.

“I don’t need you to fight my battles” He said, imitating my quote.

“Let’s get out of here”

                We were now walking down the streets of New York together holding hands, taking pictures, laughing, looking like a mushy internet couple (ew). I don’t know what Ryan and I are exactly, are we friends? Best friends? The feelings were there but we never brought up the thought of being together. I wasn’t bothered by it, he made me happy, that’s all I needed right now.

                Soon we were at the front of the hotel; my body was numb as we entered. Ryan stood next to me while I approached the reception desk.

“Hi, I’m the daughter of one of the guests here, David Harris, I-“

Before I could even finish the lady replied.

“He’s been admitted in the hospital after a serious injury” The receptionist said.

I sighed.

“I can write down the directions for you” she continued, scribbling words on a piece of baby blue paper which she then handed to me.

“Thank you” I replied.

“Have a nice day” she said with a broad smile.

                After the receptionist had given me the directions of where my father was staying, Ryan and I got in a taxi and had made our way to Roseville Hospital. During the drive I finally came to my sense of what I was doing. I was on my way to a hospital to see my father who I knocked out, with the guy we had been fighting over in the first place. Nice going Jodie. Shortly, the driver had finally pulled over, as I looked out the window I saw “Roseville Hospital” on a big white stone. I froze for a minute, not realizing Ryan had already got out of the cab.

“At your service, Mademoiselle” Ryan said as he gently kissed my hand and helped me make my way out of the cab after I had paid the taxi driver.

                When we entered the hospital which burnt my nose with the scent of hand sanitizer and Kleenex wipes Ryan insist that he must go to the reception desk this time.

“Hi, can you please tell me which room David Harris is in?”

The receptionist called a nurse to direct us to the room “45B”

The hospital was quite big, it gave a feel of solemnness. It might seem awkward how I was inspecting every inch of the hospital, simply because I actually wanted to become a doctor some day and I actually had a passion for it.

“Here we are” The nurse said, disturbing me from my concentration.

I stood in front of the door and stared in the little glass box. There he was, David Harris. I don’t know if I should call him my father now, isn’t a father supposed to guide and look after you and take you out on little dates which you secretly hated to go because of how embarrassing he was? He was the complete opposite. My anger built as I just stood there and saw him lying with his forehead all bandaged up.

“Are you ready?” Ryan firmly gripped my hand as he pushed open the door slowly.

“Yes” I said.

We walked in, with the nurse behind us and two other doctors who had come to check up on him.

“Hi” I said, not knowing if I should of said “Hi dad” or something like that.

He looked up at Ryan and I, his eyes were cold.

“Get them out of here!” He shouted.

The nurses looked puzzled.

“M-Mr.Harris, this is your daughter” One of the nurses said.

“It’s all her fault!” He picked up his plastic cup and threw it at me.

“I-I think you two should leave” The nurse said.

And with that, we left. I officially hate David Harris, I don’t want to see him anymore, talk to him, and visit him or anything. I don’t want him in my life; I don’t need any of them in my life. I just wanted to get burn of all of his belongings, and maybe him.