My father

Chapter one

        I'm Stella, I'm 15 years old, and I live with my dad. My mom and him separated while my dad got full custody of me. I've never had the best relationship with him, but he always tried his best to satisfy me.
        
         I love my mom so much, but I never get to see her. She's always out partying or spending time with her boyfriend, Jesse.

         Mark was my dad. He's some what strict, but at the end of the day, he's the best dad I could ever ask for. I love spending time with him but he's been way to busy ever since he got promoted at work.

"Stella!" I heard my dad say as he closed the front door. "I'm home sweetie!"

The most exciting part of the day is when my dad comes home. Especially today since my dad has been out of state for three days. My dad rarely travels for work, but whenever he does, I miss him so much. I don't have any friends or siblings, so I spend more then half of the week alone.

I jump out of bed and exit my room. I ran down the stairs while running up to my dad, giving him the longest hug ever. "I missed you so much, daddy!" he hugged me back giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"What have you been up to my love?" he said while pulling away.

"Nothing besides homework" I explained as I sat down on the couch.

     my dad looked at me and smirked. "Well you know that someday you're gonna need to find friends, baby. You sit in your room all day interacting with no one. I'm worried about you, especially when I'm out of town. I don't like the fact that you're home alone."

        I ignored what he had said. Instead I put my head down, embarrassed to admit it.

         My dad walked over to where I was sitting. He put his hand on my thigh to comfort me. I looked up at him, as his eyes grew soft. "I'm sorry Stella."

          I smiled while I put my hand over his. "It's fine daddy. I know I don't have friends, but I like it that way. I don't have to worry about getting hurt." I got up from the couch and began to walk away, until I felt a hand grab my wrist tightly. My father pulled me back on the couch and embraced me. "Baby, no one will hurt you. I'll make sure of it. If anyone does, you be sure to tell me, okay? Now go upstairs and go to sleep babe. I took tomorrow off work to spend some time with you." I nodded and began my way up stairs.

       Since then, those words have been marked in my brain forever. My dad was very protective over me, and I liked it like that. He's the only person who has ever cared so much about me. I crawled into my bed, thinking about how much fun tomorrow would be.

        I woke up to the sound of my door creeking open and footsteps approaching my bed. Since I was still half asleep, I squinted my eyes to make sure I was seeing this correctly. My room was very dark which made it extremely hard to recognize his face. He kneeled down beside me and began to take my covers off. The man put his hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming, as he pulled out a very large knife. "DAD! DADDY!" I tried screaming for his attention. But there was no reply back.