Oh my June bug

"Oh my June bug," my dad said and tickled me.
I was 5 years old and giggling uncontrollably. "Stop-it-" i weased.

"Oh my JUNE bug," he said louder, and flipped me over on his shoulder, carrying me around.
"Richard," my mom said, cautiously.
"It's fine, Holly," he said simply. And threw me on the couch and went to tickle me again. I rolled over and climbed on his back instead.
"To Neverland!"
***
"daddy," I said, picking a book off the shelf.
"Can I read to you this time?" I said.
I'm 8 now, and my reading is actually pretty good now.
"Sure, June bug," he said, sitting down on the bed.
"Oh my June bug." My dad has the weird twitch in his left eye. he's been working a lot lately, something about oceans in Florida... I don't know. I pick out one of my favorite books, and plop down on the bed.
***
I'm 12 now, and my dad never has time for me any more. He's always in his lab in the basement.The only time I speak
to him is when he comes and kisses me goodnight on Fridays.
"Good night, my June bug." he whispers, as I act like I'm not awake.
"I love you, June bug." He says to me, as suddenly my eyelids fall.
"Good night."
***
I'm 16 now, and my mothers gone. she passed when I was 14, and my dad is crazy with grief. and crazy with stress.
And crazy with paranoia.
My dad works for W.I.P.A, which stands for Water Identification Protective Agency. His case right now is on the Bermuda Triangle. He's been on this case since I was 7, and he's been going crazy.
But everything's okay.
I got a job at this little diner a block away, and I pay most of the bills. But he never comes out of the basement anymore. He apparently makes meals down there, because it's been at least 6 months since I've seen him.
I know he's been having a tough time,(everyone does, at one point in time) but he refuses me every time I reach out to him. so I let go, all I have left is mom, who lives only in my heart now.
One day, i was at the diner. I was serving this old man his normal pancake stack and coffee, when my dad burst comes running in. he stops in front of the door.
"Hi dad." I say, still serving the mans coffee. the old man is staring at my dad, shock and horror frozen in his face.
I look up at my dad- and flinch away.
He's skinny. he's so skinny, and his eyes are mad. they've literally gone crazy. but that's not what scares me most, it's the gun that he held in his hand, pointed at me.
"Daddy?" I whisper, slightly.
"I-I love you," he says, trembling. His hands shake, and his eyes gleam with tears.
"J-June B-bug." a single tear rolls down his cheek right before he pulls the trigger.