Fiction.

Chapter 53: My Legs are Dangling over the Edge.

Chapter 53: My Legs are Dangling over the Edge.

I get it, Peasnie isn’t a little girl anymore but she’s still my daughter. And I need to make sure she makes the right choice even if it means going against everything I’ve ever told her. Going against everything I every taught her. I’ve always told her to be an individual and stand out. But sometimes she needs to fit in.

This kid certainly stands out and I’m proud of her for that but wearing a band tee shirt with neon green skinny jeans with stars on the back pockets and a pair of purple converse with your hair freshly dip dyed blue on top of the bleached ends to a University interview isn’t the best way to impress them but they seemed really impressed.

They didn’t even know that she was my daughter. They didn’t even know that she was related to me because the last interview the interviewer was a fan and she chatted about me the whole time. But this time they just interviewed her then asked her to play something like a normal teenager. Peasnie was hitting speeds and she was able to do fillers that not even I could manage, I stood there in complete awe as everybody cheered her on. She was a riot. People even joined in and played their instruments, leading them into one large jam session.

She walked through the campus going to the car she borrowed from Brian for the day. I trailed behind her with a huge smile on my face. She too had a smile on her face.

“You were amazing! No doubt about it you got in.” I chanted loudly. Peasnie nodded and looked around carefully before hitting a running start into a cartwheel. I followed right behind her. She twirled around with the loudest smile on her face. A smile speaks what words cannot. She squealed loudly and giggled as we approached the SUV.  

Peasnie instantly got onto the phone with Val and told her all about her interview. She was beyond happy with herself. Her smile was wide and bright, brighter than anything I’ve seen in a long time.

Peasnie undid her jacket and tossed it onto my lap in the passenger side, I cocked an eye brow at her not wanting to say anything because I’m invisible to her so she doesn’t know I’m here. She doesn’t know that on the day of her eighteenth birthday I went with her to the University interview and watched her play better than I could ever play. Alot of fans would disagree but it’s true; it must be a youngster thing. Wow did I really just say that? I’m turning into my dad.

Peasnie chatted on her phone happily with the happiest smile on her face as she called Matt now. She wanted to let everyone to know that she was most certainly getting into this school. But before he could answer her call she hung up with a distant look in her eyes. Her phone dropped into the passenger seat where I was sitting. I narrowed my gaze at her as she mulled over something.

“What’s wrong?” I asked curiously. Peasnie frowned slightly and started the car, driving down the busy streets back to Huntington Beach.

I sat there confusedly watching her drive in silence. My body stiffened when we missed the turn to go back to Matt’s house I knew where we were going. She was going to visit me. She hasn’t visited me for nearly four weeks. Its two weeks before Christmas so it makes sense. We pulled up into the Cemetery parking lot; Peasnie hesitated slightly staring in the direction I was buried in. Her bright blue eyes became distant with memories. She shook her head and sighed.

“I can’t go there, not right now. I’m just going to stay in the car.” She reassured herself. She was still shaken from when she died and saw me. I was proud that she turned her life around and now she’s in a band with her friends and she’s happy again. I only ever want to see her smile.

I frowned at her sadly and nodded. “Its okay, Zack does this too.”

She shook her head slightly, swallowing hard. She reached into her jacket which was on my lap and pulled out a folded piece of paper. I furrowed my brows at her. Her long boney white fingers traced the folds of the paper, sliding them out to make two full sheets of small black writing. It was a letter to me. It was old and on it the first half of the page it read ‘I hate you’ over and over again. Peasnie threw her head back and sniffled slightly, tossing the paper onto my lap, I frowned as I bean to read the paper.