"Come on Daddy! Finish the story! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?!"
"Luca, you know that you need to go to sleep now! I will read some more tomorrow. Good night Luca." My Daddy left my room and took the book with him. He turned off the light and then closed the door behind him.
I waited for him to get down the stairs before I threw off my covers and hopped out of my bed, not making a sound. I inched to the door and I tip-toed out of my room. Sitting down on top of the stairs, out of sight, I listened to my father.
"Hannah I can not do that and you know it."
"Steve, the boy is too young to start believing in that kind of stuff! The stories have got to stop!"
"Hannah, Luca is too young to feel that way towards the characters. They are just stories! And I will not stop reading them to him just because he might start to believe they are real. If you don't like the way I live in my house, then you can leave."
"Maybe I will leave, but if I do I'm taking the bo--"
"His name is Luca!"
"--y with me. Boy, come here right now. We are leaving. Now, boy!"
"Hannah, his name is Luca! I will not let you treat him that way. He is my son, not yours. Now get out of our house."
The door opened and then slammed, and then it was quiet.
"Luca, come here please," my Daddy called. I walked down the stairs curiously. He had tears in his eyes.
"Daddy what's wrong?"
"Hannah won't be living here anymore, son."
I let out a happy sigh. "Yay! No more Hell-Hannah! Just me and you Daddy?"
"Hell-Hannah? Where did that come from?"
"She was really mean to me Daddy."
Daddy frowned and hugged me. "I love you son. If I ever get another girlfriend she will be nice to you."
I smiled at my Daddy. "I hope so Daddy. I heard that she didn't want you to read me the stories anymore. Why Daddy?"
"She thinks they will 'corrupt you.'"
"What does 'corrupt' mean?"
"It means that you are changed and go to the 'dark side.'"
"Like Darf Vader?"
"Yes, like Darth Vader. He was corrupted to the dark side."
"But that's bad. Stories don't make you bad. They make you good and creative."
"That's what I think too, bud. Now time for bed."
I hopped up the stairs and got into bed, and Daddy tucked me in.
That night I had dreams.
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END OF PART ONE
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The Lost Forgotten(ON HOLD)
FantasyA young girl comes home to the fright of her life and a letter that tells her why. She has to find her grandmother's killer and she has help from her best friend. She needs to travel the world and use her dead grandmother's letters to steer her on t...
