Saved by the bad boy

Chapter 8: Good Memories

Grace's bedroom up top.

"Daddy I want cookies and cream! Can I pretty please get cookies and cream?" I beg, swinging my hand that's in his.

Dad smiles at me lovingly, "Of course princess. How many scoops do you want?" He asked, kneeling down next to me.

"I want 2 scoops!" I say, holding up two fingers.

"2 scoops?! You usually only get one. Are you a big girl now?" He asked, leaning in closer, watching me closely, and raising one eyebrow, making me giggle.

"Ya. I am" I say nodding my head.

"I guess big girls don't hold daddy's hand then." He said then stand up and lets go of my hand.

"Noooo! Daddy, please I want to hold your hand! I'm not a big girl! I'm a little girl!!" I whine, about to throw a tantrum.

He takes my hand, "I know. I want to hold your hand too princess. And even if are a big girl, I'll still hold your hand forever. I promise." He says and kisses my head.

I give him a big smile, "I love you sooo much daddy." I tell him.

"I love you more, princess."

I was little when we went to that ice cream shop. We went there a lot. At that time, I was 5 years old. My dad always called me princess, always, 24/7, he never used my name, he loves my name, he always just said that I was, and will forever be his princess. Even if he was mad at me, he called me princess.

I love him so much. And I miss him so much. I miss seeing him smile with those white teeth, feeling his hand in mine, and the warmth of his hand, and his eyes, and when he would kiss my goodnight, and when he would tell me that he loved me, over and over again. And I would tell him I love him back, every time. I miss everything about my dad and my brother, Eddie.

Life seems so unfair. Why take the only person who loved me? The only person who made me happy? Who told me they loved me every chance they got? Kissed me goodnight? Read me stories, and tucked me in bed? Kissed me on the head or cheek when he wanted? And who, loved me? Hugged me everyday, where we end up holding each other for hours? I would do anything to see him again.

Sadly, life doesn't work like that. He's gone. I know he is probably still with me, watching me, but it isn't the same. It's better then nothing though.

I try to think about something else. I can't think of Dad or Eddie anymore without crying.

Too late. Tears start rolling down my cheek, and I don't wipe them away.

I look around. I think I'm in a hospital.

I look at the clock and see that's it's 4 in the morning.

I really wish my dad was here with me. Or even any of my friends.

I just need to hold someone hand.

The door burst open, "Hello Grace. I'm Dr.Steven." He said and turned the lights on, but on low, which was good because I don't need the light right now.

"Hello." I said, tired.

"You're lucky Grace. When you got stabbed, it didn't touch any tissue or anything, if if did, if might get infected. But after a few stitches, your hand was, and will perfectly fine, if you clean it once a week." He said to me.