Never Too Late

Chapter 1- He'll Be Okay

"Daddy daddy!" A excited little girl calls out running over to her father. He smiles and puts down his news paper and picks her up smiling and giggling with the young girl.

"How's daddy's princess?" The father asks as her puts down the young child and pets her head.

"I'm good daddy! Can we go do something today daddy?!" the young child asks. He gets down on one knee and looks at his daughter in the eyes.

"I don't know pri-"

"Actually I need milk and eggs. That's something you two can do! Go get mommy some ingredients." the mother says interrupting her husband.

"Sure Delilah! Go and get your shoes on Taylor." the father says going over to get his jacket and shoes on.

The little girl nods and runs to her room to get her shoes on. It looks a bit chilly today so she decides to get her jacket too.

As she walks out the door she bumps into her mother by accident.

"Oh sorry mommy!" Taylor says with her sorry dark grey almost black eyes. She notices that her mother is carrying her new born baby brother Thomas.

"Hey tommy! Sissy will be back I promise!" Taylor says happily and skipping down the hallway and to the kitchen to where her father, frank, is awaiting.

"Daddy I'm ready!" Taylor exclaim running into the kitchen and grabbing her fathers hand.

"Hold on let me say goodbye to your mother." frank says cheerfully.

The mother inters the kitchen and the two give each other hugs and a kiss.

"Love you, Frank." Delilah says as she moves her blond hair out of her way to kiss her husband.

"I love you too, sweetheart." Frank says then turning to Thomas, giving him a kiss on the cheek. The baby tries to giggle but is yet too young to do so.

"Goodbye." frank says exiting holding hands with his daughter, Taylor.

"Goodbye!" Taylor exclaims waving her hand goodbye.

Frank, opens the door for his little girl and straps her into her car seat right behind the passenger seat.

"Are you ready?" he asks. The girl with two bottom teeth missing, blond short hair down to her shoulders, dark grey, almost black eyes, and a cowgirl outfit on nods her head.

Frank, gets into the car and goes off down the road.

As they're driving and almost to the store, Frank turns around to see that Taylor, is half asleep in her car seat.

He smiles at the sight. When he turns his head back to the road he only sees a 4x4 truck coming strait towards him.

He can only gaps and yell waking his daughter up. She also sees the truck. Before the impact of the truck and their car, she sees her fathers face. But this is a face of worry, fear, and scared.

Then everything goes black for Taylor.

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"Doctor is my baby going to be okay?" the mother Delilah asks the doctor.

"Uhh err yes but," he looks at his sheet then back at Delilah, "your husband didn't make it, we're terribly sorry ma'am..." the doctor says a bit sad.

"No!" Delilah scream. She marches over to the young Taylor lying in bed sound asleep with her head, arm, and foot bandaged up.

She puts her arms around the five year olds neck and starts shaking her with no regrets.

"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! ALL YOUR FAULT ALL YOUR FA-" before she could finish her sentence three male doctors held her down and stuck a needle into her arm making her fall asleep.

The doctor walks over to Taylor. She's a bit shaken up from what her mother had done. She's never done that before to her, why did she do it now?

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Wheres daddy?" fear in her voice as she talks.

"He's umm.....gone..."

"What do you mean 'gone'?"

"Your father," he takes a deep breath, "sweetie your father died. You're lucky enough to be alive. He died instantly by an incoming drunk driver. I'm so sorry." he then hugs Taylor feeling sorry for her.

Wet, salty, warm tears start to form in her eyes as she hold back the pain.

"He'll be okay, up there in heaven.." she takes a deep breath but manages to smile. "He up there with our dead puppy chika!" Cheerfully she says.

He smiles faintly getting up and walking out and those words she said are stuck in his head. 'He'll be okay'.