Cancer (Completed)

11

"Dad, as I sit here and whisper, 'I miss you.' I believe somehow you can still hear me."

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"Before my father had left from me and my mom's life, We had a dinner late that night at a small diner just outside of town. They wanted to try out somewhere new to have one of our normal Friday family dinners. I thought we were having a great time, like always. We talked, laughed and even played around a bit. That was until I looked up from my plate and heard my parents arguing because my mom said she seen my dad checking out another girl and that's when he called her over and he gave her his number right in front of the both us.

I could see my mom's eyes start tearing up, and I was little, I didn't know what was going on, all I seen was my dad roll his eyes and stand up, walking out of the small diner...After awhile we followed behind and made it back home, to see my father's car not here. So when I ran into the house, I went straight to his room and I caught him packing his things and trying to climb out from the window.

My little feet trampled their way over to him, calling out daddy over and over making him stop in his tracks, looking back at me with sad eyes. I hugged onto his legs, and he hugged me back, then.... he told me he was leaving for awhile and he is just leaving for a business trip and he'll visit me every weekend... He kissed my forehead and and went out the window with all his stuff.... I waited every weekend hoping he'd show which he never did.." I let the last part out slowly, looking at the ground, feeling myself become weak with sadness.

"Then, when I thought I was never going to see him again, I finally found him a year ago posting pictures with a new family, with no location." I added on, keeping my gaze down, not daring to make eye contact with anyone in the room.

I'm saying too much.

For a minute I thought I was one because of how silent everyone had gotten, waiting to see if I had more to say.

"I'm sorry." Micheal spoke up first and I looked up at him, just staring at each other.

I looked away from him and I wiped my face, sitting up more. Everyone was either looking at the ground or at each other. I only want to be around one person right now, and that's my best friend.

"I need some time to just talk with Luke, is that okay?" I barely say and they gave their attention to me, giving me a small nod in approval.

I cleared my throat and stood up, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. Luke followed behind me as I made my way upstairs. I opened my door and walked over to bed, sitting down, pulling my knees close to my chest.

I felt the bed dip on the side of me, and blonde hair came to view as he laid his body in front of me. A small smile was on his face, and I returned it.

"Things will be okay." Luke whispered out and pulled my hair out from a bun as it fell in front of my face.

"What makes you so sure?" I say making eye contact with him, playing with with my sweats.

"Because in the end, he's still your father, who loves you." He pointed out, rolling over on his back, putting his hands behind his head.

"Love is a strong word, I expected him to come at least once like he promised, but he didn't." I whispered the last part, mostly to myself, getting stuck in a train of thought.

"He may be wrong for doing so, but you should forgive him, no matter who hurts you, always forgive them 'cause you never know what's going through their head." Luke says quietly, and slowly blinked looking up at me. I looked down at his long legs as he barely moved them side to side.

"Hm." I hum making a face, I felt his hand go in my hair and he lightly tugged at it, making me look back at him. He gave out a small laugh and I rolled my eyes, hiding a smile. He never let go of my hair, instead he just twisted it in his fingers. I found it a little relaxing .

"If you expect nothing, you'll never be disappointed." Luke whispered lightly then moved his gaze to my hair. I just stared at him and watched him carefully.

"You know, Luke?"I say placing a hand on his chest, making small circles with my fingers. He kept his attention on my hair and let out a humming noise to show he was listening.

"I hate it when you really want something, but you know you can't have it." I say and look at his eyes to see he's already looking at me, I wanted him. Why wouldn't I want him, he's always there for me, he's attractive, he knows how to make me happy.

"What is it, that you want?" He asked cluelessly, letting go of my hair and sat up on the bed. I hate how guys are so oblivious to obvious situations like these.

I just shook my head a little and stood up from the bed, fixing my hair with a brush on the dresser beside me.

"Nothing." I breath out the simple word, that has been used so many times, meaning there is something. I set the brush back down and leaned against the dresser crossing my arms.

He clicked his tongue and clasped his hands together giving me a big closed mouth smiled.

"I'm here, you have me." He finally says, I just stared at him, so he understood, but didn't know the meaning. I sat in front of him, changing the subject to him.

"Go." I instruct messing with my earlobe, then placed my hands in my lap, focusing on him.

"Where?" He furrowed his eyebrows, showing he was obviously confused, then pointed to the door with his thumb. I groaned and shook my head at him.

"Tell me why you guys fought and why you're home early." I say so he understood this time.

"Ohh gotcha, well after you accidentally announced about yourself, a bunch of douches came up and insulted you, knowing me, I hit them first, and his group and us started fighting, the teachers broke us up and we got suspended for the day." Luke said long-story short.

I wanted to ask what they said about me, but I just closed my eyes and breathed in and out.

"You okay?" he asked softly. I just nodded and opened my eyes, then moved my mouth to the side.

"Let me clean up your bruises." I say standing up.

"No, its fine." Luke said standing as well.

"Go out there and wait with the others, I'll get the first aid kit." I demand and he stays silent and walks out of my room, leaving the door open. I heard his footsteps then muffled talking.

I let out a long sigh and pucker my lips, walking into my bathroom to find the first aid kit.