Never Been Kissed

Chapter 21

*FLASHBACK*

"Local Authorities assure us that the rapist and seller of women in the local area has been captured and taken into custody of the police department. His trial will be this Tuesday afternoon.Reports have shown he has sold and raper people not only fro the states but even in Europe and some parts of Canada. Local authorities still don't know the motives he had for doing these things but they intend to get to the bottom of it. Cindy Spelling reporting live. On to you Jake at the studio."

The T.V Was shut off after the talk about my father.

"Time for bed kids." Mom pushed us off the couch and led us to the bathroom to brush our teeth. I didn't understand what was going on.

"Mommy what did the lady mean by rape and seller?" I asked with a mouthful of toothpaste.

I looked up at the woman who had cared for me since my father had been taken to the police. Her eyes were red from crying but of course I didn't know what was going on. All I knew was that after one of my father's business trips, had caused him to be taken to jail.

"honey I'll tell you when you're older. Just brush your teeth right now." My mother tried to put on a smile and was trying to hold herself together. That only lasted until Grayer and I were both tucked into bed. At the time we shared the room and bunk beds and of course I got the top.

When my mother was gone I had climbed down the stairs to Grayer's bed.

"Grayer are you awake?" I asked poking him in the cheek.

"No. I'm asleep." He said. Even at his young age he was sarcastic. Maybe one thing that didn't change.

"Grayer what happened to daddy?" I questioned him. Being the boy in the family he was the one who had to be tough for us when dad wasn't around. Or at least that was what I thought.

He sat up pushing the covers off. "Let's just say it's not a good thing. He's hurt a lot of people." In the darkness I could see his face turn into a scowl.

"Is he going to be back soon?" I asked in all innocence without an idea of the things my father did.

"I hope not." Grayer answered shortly.

I couldn't believe what he had just said. "What?" I turned to him. "Why? Don't you miss daddy? i do. We haven't seen him in weeks. He's daddy! How could you say that?"

My brother got up and grabbed me by the arms tightly. "Dad's a bad man Mia! Get that through your head. He's hurt a lot of people and taken them from their homes. He's not the person you think he is and he's sick. Forget him. He's not coming back!" He said while shaking me.

Grayer never spoke to me like that. He would be calm and always comforting. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. My mind was mixed and words would not form. I couldn't say anything. I felt like nothing made sense and I was going to be in the dark about everything for long time.

*ONE WEEK LATER*

"You can go in now hon." The guard told me as I walked through the gate and scanners.

The hall was empty and clinically cold. My shoes scuffed the waxed floor as I dragged them one foot at a time. I turned at the door with a window and saw my father chained to a table by his ankles. The other end was connected to the table legs which were bolted down. When he heard me come in he looked up. his eyes tired and his face with stubble from not shaving. He had dark circles and bags under his eyes from no sleep and tiredness. He was just the definition of exhaustion.

"Dad?" I asked in a whisper.

"Mia?" He asked without looking up. His gaze was staring at the white wall in front of him. Everything was cold,clinical and generic. I looked at him thinking to myself. 'How did such a good person get in a place like this?' All my life I had seen my father through innocent eyes with nothing but love and admiration and now with those same eyes the setting had changed. everything was no longer happy. There was no more laughter. No more happiness. Life was gone to me. i knew I existed and I knew that I was breathing but it felt like there was nothing to live for anymore if my family was this torn apart and someone had wrongfully accused my father.

His voice brought tears to my eyes. He sounded so weird. His voice was usually filled with life and bubbly emotion. Now it was almost mechanic and forced.

"Hi daddy." I whispered biting back tears. I looked up at him through my fringe. He turned to face me and for a moment he smiled. It was sad and sweet but it was the last time I would see him smile.

He held his arms put as far as the handcuffs would let him and I ran to him. My eyes let out all the tears I had fought, all the emotion I had choked on all this time, all the agony of knowing my family was dissolving and the feeling of loneliness. His shirt soaked through and I knew I could not stop my crying if I wanted to.

I held on tightly to his shirt as if life depended on it. And in a way his did.

"What happened daddy?" I choked through gasp and shudder of choked tears. "Please come home. I miss you. The people are wrong. What ever they are saying is not true. I'm so lost daddy." My voice went silent in a second and I didn't know what else to do but feel my father's warm hands stroke my hair and comfort me.

"Don't get caught up with the wrong people." Those were his words. "Please don't ever get caught up with the wrong people. I promise one day everything will make sense but don't get caught up with the wrong people.I'm asking you as a father to keep you safe please don't." Lightning struck outside and I heard rain begin to fall against the window.  Each rain drop felt like a bullet against the glass numbing to the ear and chilling in my skin. Goosebumps formed a layer on my skin causing me to shiver violently in my father's arms. The sun was gone with hope of my father getting out and living life like we had before.

"Visiting hours are over." A guard walked in five minutes later after sitting in silence. "You'll have to go."

I held on to my father's clothes tighter than ever crying again. The guard had to pull me off of him. I kicked and screamed and bit him while he pulled me away from my best friend. The man who was my blood. The man I went to for comfort on a rainy night because the thunder scared me. The man who would check under my bed for monsters and who would sing me a lullaby in a voice that would melt anyone.

I passed out from my screaming and crying and woke up in my room on my bed.

"Mom?" I called down the hall.

She came out of her room with skin so white paper would be competition. That's when I knew, my father was gone. He had paid for what he had done. I didn't cry right away. I felt too numb. Instead I collapsed on the floor and stared blankly at my mother. The strong woman who would never break down was broken to pieces on the floor in front of me and had no way of being fixed. She leaned back into the wall and seemed to blend in with the floor. 

She cried all night and finally fell asleep in the hall where she had fallen on the floor. I brought a blanket to cover her with and one of daddy's jackets.

I walked over to Grayer's bed and crawled in beside him. He turned to look at me with eyes that looked like glass.

"He's gone." Grayer said in a voice I would not call his.

"I know." I gasped before I broke into tears choking all over again until we both cried ourselves to sleep in eachother's arms.

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Hi everyone! I'm back for a little while! i've beenvery very busy. With trigonometry, biochemistry, French and humanities tests, a major research project and homework I'm completely exhausted. i've had five hours of sleep for a month straight and this is the first time I'll be going to bed before 12. Anyway  this chapter was more of a look back ito Mia's past and a bit of a filler. I'll get back to the current time soon. But I've been putting a few clues in there. maybe you've piced up on them? I hope you are still giving the book a chance. Don't judge it too much until you read it completely and there are at least another ten chapters left. i want to have at least 100 pages.

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