Keegan Allen, my father?!?!

Chapter 12

Keegan's POV

Darkness. That's all I see. I want Cara, I want to hold my daughter in my arms and comfort her when she's scared. I can't do that if I'm like this. I need to wake up. Come on! Wake up! Suddenly, I hear a voice. Troian.

"Keegan, you need to wake up. Please. Cara needs you. She's awake and scared out of her mind. Ashley is taking her in. She needs you, we need you. Please, Keegan, please." And with that, I hear her footsteps echo as she walks away, I'm assuming. I fight with every muscle in my body. I use all my strength. All I want to do is open my eyes. To see my beautiful daughter. Please God, just let me see her face at least one last time. No matter how hard I try, my eyes won't open.

Cara's POV

ButtahBenzo have been really supportive. I start physical therapy today. In the crash I had serious injury to my leg. It has been useless for the past month. I want Keegan! I want him to comfort me in my panic attacks at night. Help me when I'm spazzing out. I've visited him everyday for the past month. Ashley made me start online school. It's annoying to feel so helpless, to rely on everyone for everything. I can't even get dressed without falling over from the imbalance!

"Cara! Have you started your lessons for today?" Shay asks. I nod and look at Lucy for support.

"She did them this morning. Calm down, Shay." Lucy says.
"Sorry, but she likes cutting lessons and that isn't going to get her anywhere in life." Shay says. I roll my eyes. Like she attended every lesson that she was told to when she was my age. I get up and head to the guest room.

I plug my iPod into the speaker and begin listening to "For The Love Of A Daughter" by Demi Lovato. This is for my parents. I take my guitar and start practicing with the song. After forty-five minutes, I get it right and go through it one last time. As I play, Demi's voice rings through the room. I then move onto "My Love's Like A Star", by Demi Lovato, once again. This one is for Keegan.

"Wow, Cara. You're really good. I can tell by how swiftly your hands move, the expression on your face, that you play with real passion. I just wish I could hear you sing it, too. I'd love to hear your voice someday." Ashley says. I nod with a shy smile.

"Can I hear another one?" She asks. I pull up an acapella version of "Little Me" by Little Mix on my iPod so that she can hear the lyrics as I play. After I finish, Ashley is in complete shock.

"You're amazing." She says. I nod at her and smile. I place my guitar by the bed and sigh. I'm so damned bored. "Wanna see a movie?" Ashley asks. I nod."Let's see Mockingjay Part 1."

Que my in fangirl! A huge smile breaks out onto my face and I nod rapidly. I grab a notepad and a pen. I write 'HELL YEAH!!!!!!'