What If Three Days Meant Forever?

I Understand

A/N: this is what Will was doing all day yesterday.

Will POV

"So what did you want to tell me?" Abby asks as we walk through the park. I decided to take her out of the house since it's full of people who I wouldn't want to catch me in the midst of a story and interrupting me.

"My life story, I guess." I tell her. "Some things won't really make sense but bear with me. I'm leaving some things out for your own safety." She scoffs.

"'My own safety'? Bullshit."

I flinch a little at her vulgar language but quickly compose myself. "I swear it's not. Look, one day I'll tell you guys but for now I just..." She puts her hand on my arm.

"Hey. I'm going to be your sister soon. You can tell me and I won't tell my siblings or anyone or that matter. I don't exactly have friends." She forces a laugh. I think for a moment.

"Alright fine. But you have to swear it on the Styx that you won't tell a soul about this."

"What's the Styx?"

"Just swear it, please."

"Alright. Uh, I swear on the Styx I won't tell anyone about the story." Thunder sounds over head and she looks up at the blue sky in confusion. "What the hell..."

"Alright. Here we go." We sit ourselves down under a maple tree.

***

I grew up with my mom in an apartment. My childhood was pretty good. I learned to sort of appreciate what I had which, when you're a kid is easy.

Mom was amazing. She would take me to the park everyday after school so I could go on the swings. I would always once in a while ask her-

"Mommy? Why don't I have a daddy?"

As the brisk spring air whisked through the park, the woman found herself frozen in place from her son's question. "Well honey, God is your father. He's everyone's father. Remember?" The little boy shook his head.

"No I know, but Abinaya from school says that you need a mommy and a daddy to make a baby. Who's my dad?"

"Well... Your father is, um... well, he's in the military."

"Cool!" The boy marveled with a beaming smile. "What's the military?"

"It's for the people who fight for our country. He got shipped off there before you were born. Now, he's serving the country and making it a good place for us to live."

"So daddy loves us?" She swallowed harshly, seemingly lost in memories before clearing her throat to answer.

"Yes. He loves you very much."

"Can you tell me about how you met? Was it like-like, uh,- Beauty and the Beast!? Where he was beast and you were beauty?" She scoffs.

"More like the other way around. Your father was very handsome. Blonde, perfect hair, fit, charming, and so much more."

"Why doesn't he visit us?"

"You can't really visit when your working on saving the country, Will." She said with a snort.

"Oh. Well-"

"We should be getting home now. You can help me cook dinner."

"Okay!" Will jumped up from the the swing and followed closely behind his mother.

One day, we got a letter in the mail inviting us to eat at a local Wendy's. Mom didn't really know who it was so she was skeptical but went anyway, taking me with her. When we got there, this guy, about sixteen, was sitting at the table waiting for us. He waved us over and we sat down with him.