Jones 2

Chapter 21

May 11, 2016

ANGIE'S POV//

Today feels weird and its only 3rd period. A couple of weeks ago I had this really bad fight with my dad and it felt like the universe was concaving on in itself. I never fought with one of my parents like that. Ever since Paulina left everything has just been fucked and weird. I called my dad on tuesday but he didnt answer. I really hope this doesn't turn into one of those situations where i develop daddy issues because I stopped talking to my dad at 15.

8:12pm

My moms bedroom floor is the cold under my legs. I decided to do my bio project in her room since shes posted in here for the night. Not much is happening. Just like any other night, we had dinner on the couch, conversed, went upstairs, got ready for bed, and now im doing my project in her room. While I'm gluing on boarders, my moms phone rings. I answer.

"Hello?" I ask while still squeezing glue onto the poster board.

"Hi Honey is your mom home?" A shakey female voice asks me.

"Uh yeah, hang on," I say and hand my mom the phone. The voice sounded like my dads girlfriend Pat. I never liked her so i didnt mind giving my mom the phone.

"Hi Pat, how are you?" My mom asks with a joyful look on her face.

While she waits for an answer, her face drops. It went from a happy cheery smile to an exhausted 'please help me' look. She covers her mouth with her free hand and starts to scream. My hearts beating faster and faster because what Im scared my biggest fear just came true.

"Daddy died," She says to me with watery eyes. The second the words leave her mouth, I lose myself. My heart feels like its on the verge of exploding and my throat feels tight. This can't be happening.

ANGIE'S MOM'S POV//

I have never seen my daughter in so much pain. Her aching screams make me feel like there is nothing I can do to help her. She bangs her fists on the floor and cries.

"Why did you leave me?" She cries still banging her fists. This is not something I can stop. i shouldn't stop it. She has to feel this pain. She has to grieve. My tears soon dry up.

Her dad and I met in New york. It's no love story, but I really did love him and we had a daughter together so I always loved him.

"Come here sweetie," I shout over her loud cries. She buries her face in my lap and yells. The best I can do is stroke her hair.

ANGIE'S POV//

I get out of my mom's lap and run down the stairs. My first instinct is to call Daniel. I can't exacty call Paulina. He doesnt answer. I call Julia. She answers.

"hello?" She says in a quiet tone.

"Hello? Julia? My dad died," I cry.

"What," She says. "Angie, no,"

I cry into the phone and soon she starts crying with me. She never met my dad but I always told them about each other and how Julia was like my new best friend.

"Hold on Daniels calling me," I say and choke up the rest of my tears.

"You called? I was on the toilet," He says.

"Daniel, my dad died," I cry.

"No. Angie, no. What? No," he says rapidly.

Daniel and my dad were really close. He always called him the son he wish he had. He said he always wanted a girl but if he had a son, he'd want Daniel.

My dad was the type of person who got everyone. He could fix any problem no matter the size. He was my favorite. My best friend. My everything. If we didn't have that dumbass fight everything would have been fine and he would have been alive. I don't understand what i did or where I went wrong. This makes no sense. I feel distraught and like this is a nightmare that I'll wake up from tomorrow morning. I really hope it is. I hope that these two phone calls I just made weren't real. I wish that the phone call my mom got wasn't realy. None of this is real. It feels fake.

My mom comes running down the stairs in panic mode.

"Angie please dont hurt yourself," She says when she reaches me on the floor.

"I didn't come down here to hurt myself," I sob.

My mom sits on the couch and I walk over to her still crying. I sit next to her and let it out on her shoulder.

She's quiet and doesn't say anything. I know she's probably hurting considering she knew my dad longer. But that was my dad.

11:07pm

I found a way to cope with this temporarily. I finally stopped crying and decided to stay seated next to my mom on the couch. School is not happening for me tomorrow and my mom and my dads girlfriend already planned to talk to mortuaries. I'm still not sure if I should feel remorse, guilt, pressure, saddness or anxious. I'm, in fact, feeling all of those things right now. I'm not sure if this is part of the grieving process but this all does not feel right. My dad seemed indestructable. Like he would outlive all of us. I was really hoping he would. How am i supposed to get through the rest of my life without him. I can't do that. I have my mom but I need my dad.

HI ALL

Sorry this was short but I'm going off to college in a couple of days and I just wanted to get something out before I go off the face of Wattpad for a while. I wont forget about this, have no fear but I won't be dedicating as much time to it as I used to. Anyway, this is a very important chapter and there are many many more follow ups to come!