Now I see |H.S.| ON HOLD

Chapter 2

June 16. Graduation day. That was also the last time my 'best friend' and I spoke. It is now August 10. School starts in now 15 days. In ten days i'm moving into my new apartment in New York City. It turns out that I did find that New York city would be the best place for me.

Right now it's morning and me and my dad are having a normal conversation while we both have out regular cup of coffee. It's always been just me and him. Ever sense him and my mom split up. I decided it would be nice for me to live in New York and go to school their because that is where my mom is.

"So your not gonna get married while your in college right?" My dad ask me. I have no idea how my mom found his hunky lumber jack voice so soothing. I laugh at his question "I don't plan on it" I respond sipping on my coffee.

"Good, and your not going to become those spring breaker type chicks right?" I almost spit out my coffee and stare at my father as if he just told me he is a woman.

"Sorry, Shouldn't have asked that! I'm just worried about my baby girl growing up." He says raising his hands up in surrender. My father has always had a good sense of humor. "I'm 19 dad. Practically a woman."

"Correction! you just turned 19 like 3 days ago. Your still a child in my eyes" He responds proudly. I shake my head at him. Wow Dad, Kills my vibe. "So have you and Jo made up yet." He says finally bringing up the subject i've known he wanted to bring up all summer long.

I place my coffee mug that say 'Don't let me open up a can of whoop ass' onto the grey counter and look at my dad seriously. "No dad, She is obviously to self centered and spoiled to realize I have my own needs and my own future and that all up to her if she wants to be in it or not."

My father looks at me with a persuaded look nodding. He is just about to say something as the kitchen phone rings. "Hold that thought." he says hold a finger up. I sip on my coffee staring at my dad trying to ease drop on to he conversation.

He answers the phone. "Yes that is me." Then he goes silent or about 5 minutes. His thick eyebrows shape themselves to give my dad an expression of devastation and hurt. his coffee mug drops to the floor and shatters as he drops the kitchen phone also.

The air is suddenly thick and muggy. Not relaxing but yet scary. "Dad.." I look to him. I tap his shoulder. "Dad what's wrong?" I say. He puts his elbows on the kitchen count for support as if his knees lost all feelings. I help him up and sit him in a stool at the kitchen island. He puts his head in his hands now knowing something is wrong. Did he just get fired, is his car towed? What could possible be wrong I try to think.

"Dad calm down, Tell me whats wrong..." I try to say calmly. He looks at me. His eyes bloodshot red and soaked. He says something but his mouth is covered by his hands so I don't understand. I furrow my eyebrows and try to politely say "Can you say that again?" He looks at me. Taking a deep breath in and exhaling.

He just spits it out. "Your Mother's Car got hit with an 18 wheeler. Her and Her boyfriend Daniel died at the scene.

died at the scene

died at the scene

died at the scene

Those same four words keep repeating in my head as I drop to my knees. My mother. My eyes become red as one tear drops. Then two. Next thing I know its a million. I sob into my hands. I pull my dark brown hair out of my face. My lip trembles while I cry. All I want to do is curse at the world. Curse at everyone and everything.

I may have not lived with her. We may have not shared as many memories as me and my dad does. But she gave me something that no one else did. Something that everyone should appreciate from their mother.