AN: This one-shot was re-written and to those who have read the older version, i suggest you read it again.
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"hey, dad?" I said, as I stumbled from the door.
"yes, princess" He looked at me with his loving eyes, humour mixed in them. "are you alright?" He said with a laugh and opened his arms. "what is it?"
It's just me and my dad now... Mom died when I was 3 and it has been 5 years since then. Even though I was young, I remember how my dad mourned and suffered when mom died. I didn't understand it back then, I was too innocent, but what I do know is that I don't ever want to see my father that way again.
And so, I was determined.
I will let him know what I think.
I steadied myself, and walked slowly but carefully into his opened arms. I hugged him with all the strength an eight year old could have.
He picked me up and sat me on his lap. "Honey, what's wrong?" worry coated his voice.
"Dad..." I started and looked up at him. "I don't like that Risa woman... she looks bad..."
He locked his gaze with mine and I could see nothing but love in his sincere eyes. My dad had known that I didn't like his new fiancé. He thinks I'm acting like that because I thought he didn't love my mom anymore, but he was wrong... that woman is dangerous and he shouldn't be anywhere near my dad.
I don't know why I dislike her, I just know. The first time I met her, I knew. I knew that she's up to no good and that I shouldn't let him near my dad, it's like a protective instinct.
"Do you want me to break my engagement with her?" he said, and I saw a flash of sadness in his eyes.
I knew my dad. He loves me more than himself. I knew that if I say yes, he'll break his engagement in a heartbeat but I also knew that that would break him.
I shook my head and hugged him as tightly as I could. "No dad... just... just be careful... I don't trust her..."
"She's a wonderful person, honey. you'll love her..." he said, returning my hand and kissing my hair.
I pulled away and loosened my hug. "Just promise me dad, that you'll be careful... and that you'll never leave me... please?"
He smiled warmly at me "I promise honey."
That happened 10 years ago...
I was sent to boarding school 2 years after he married Risa. She was surprisingly nice and acted all motherly but there is just something about her that I don't trust. I tried to get along with her – at least, acted to get along with her – for my father's sake.
I never wanted to go to boarding school.
I was afraid of leaving my dad together with that woman, but I had no choice. It was my mother's will – my biological mother, not that I ever considered that woman as my mother. Never.
And even after all this years, my heart never softened. Instead the urge to protect my father has strengthened. And it was getting extremely hard, to leave my father every time when the holidays are over.
That day, I went back home for winter vacation. The sun was out but it was still very cold, the weather forecaster announced that snow was bound to fall this afternoon. I am sure that the temperature is somewhere in the negatives.
I dropped my heavy bag full of luggage on our porch and rang the bell. I waited but no one answered and I rang the bell again. I didn't want to open the door with my keys because I wanted to surprise my father.
Ding Dong Ding Dong
Ding Dong Ding Dong
Still no one, not even a sound.
I figured that my dad wasn't home, for if he is, he'll answer it immediately.
I reached for my pockets and took my keys out. I left my baggage in the entrance hall and took my coat off - immediately regretting it. The house was unusually cold and it felt like no one has lived here for ages. Of course, that is just me being weird because my dad obviously lives here.
I headed straight to the kitchen and turned on the heating. I decided to look around the house and was surprised that a lot of dust was forming on the furniture.
I take it that my dad has been so busy with work that he didn't have the time to clean, but what did that woman do?
Soon, the house was warm and I cleaned the house a bit to surprise my dad. I sat in the living room, my feet up the couch as I watch the TV, waiting for my dad to come home and then, I heard the doorbell ring.
I stood up too quickly and almost stumbled, as I all but run towards the door hoping it was my dad. I miss him so much!
In my excitement it didn't even occur to me that my dad would've just opened the door with his own keys instead of pressing the bell.
I opened the door and was about to say surprise! when my next door neighbour and best friend greeted me.
"I knew it was you!" she said hugging me.
"hey! Come in!" I gave her a light squeeze and grabbed her by the arms.
We were walking in the hall when a sudden thought crossed my mind, i turned around and furrowed my brows ever so slightly and asked her "would you happen to know where my dad is?"
She stopped immediately on her tracks and looked at me.
She blinked once... twice... thrice, as if trying to think my question through, then her brows furrowed deeply, she seemed surprised, understanding and then sad. "I'm sorry..." she finally said covering her mouth with her hands.
Amused by her reaction, I said, "What are you sorry for? silly! I didn't expect you to know anyway!" I looked down to my hands and whispered "I was just wondering..."
She shook her head and a few tears escaped her eyes. "h-hey! w-what's wrong?"
"You're... you're dad..." she said as she all but lunged herself to me, I rubbed her back to comfort her and waited for her to continue but she didn't.
"What happened to my dad?" I asked, encouraging her to continue.
She tightened her hold on me and said in between her sobs. "he... h-he's gone Abby..."
Gone? Where did he go? "wh-what are you talking about Sam?"
She pulled away from me, took both of my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes. She was trying hard to stop crying. "h-he was killed Abby...your step-mother killed him..."
I quickly stiffened under her grasp and shook my head fiercely. "No! Sam, m-my dad's not dead! He's not... He can't be..."
"I'm sorry Abby... sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she said hugging me, as a lone tear betrayed me.
I felt a warm wind from nowhere trying to comfort me and I thought I heard my father's voice saying intangible words.
My stomach twisted in ways I didn't know possible and the sudden realization slapped me in the face.
My father was dead and that bitch killed him.
I felt almost triumphant, I was right!
But that was just a fleeting emotion... merely a speck of dust compared to the unbearable pain that was growing inside me.
"Where is he?" I said my voice monotonous. Sam didn't answer me and she kept saying I'm sorry over and over again behind my ear, she was still crying. "Where is he?" I repeated.
My patience was wearing thin; I need to know where my father is. "Sam! Listen to me! Where is my father?!" I shouted as I shook her shoulders trying to get her attention.
She winced at my sudden outburst; I didn't mean to scare her.
She finally, looked up at me, sobbing. "He's... He's buried next to your mother..."
I didn't hear what she said afterwards because I started to run, I didn't care that it was below zero degrees, I didn't care that I didn't have any money on me and I didn't care that I don't have my coat with me. I heard Sam shouting my name and trying to tell me to stop but I didn't care anymore.
All I care about now, is to see my dad. He's the only one I have left and now he's gone.
When I reached the cemetery I was gasping for breath. The cold air scorching down my throat and it felt like I was swallowing a ball of thorns.
My hands, feet and face were numb as I frantically search for my mother's tomb.
When I spotted it, I ran. I stumbled and fell along the way but I couldn't feel anything. I think I scraped my hands for I could see blood trickling down my wrist, but that may just be my mind playing tricks on me because I could no longer think properly.
I quickly scanned the tombstone of the only tomb next to my mother's.
September 17, 1966 – August 21, 2008
I stared at it for the longest time and I could no longer help the tears rolling freely down my cheeks, it was indeed my dad. How could he leave me?
"how could you do this to me?" I asked him, knowing full well that he wouldn't respond. I wish he could... I wish he'd come out somewhere and tell me that all of this was just a joke, that I was on candid camera.
But I knew that all of this was real, that I wasn't on some silly TV show, that this wasn't a dream, that my dad had indeed left me and that I was alone.
I tried to hold my tears back and rubbed my eyes by the back of my now numb and hurting hands. "How could you dad?!"
I was angry at my father. He promised me! "you promised me! you promised me..." I said as I started crying again "you promised me dad! You promised that you won't leave me!"
And I finally broke into a sob "you promised you'll be careful..."
I glared at my father as tears streamed down my now flushed cheeks.
A torrent of emotions washed over me. Anger, grief, frustration, sadness, pain, sorrow, hurt and finally hatred.
I hated myself for not being able to protect my father, for not being able to save him from that damnable witch!
The pain in my heart and the scorching pain in my stomach only deepened.
I couldn't bear it. There is only so much a human could feel...
I was on an emotional overload and I couldn't take it anymore. I felt my glass wall shattering into innumerable pieces and I just watched it.
My heart was being crushed by a thousand bulldozers and pierced by a million needles.
The pain was excruciatingly unbearable.
All I wanted now was to escape from this world...
For my dad to wake me up and tell me that this was all just a bad dream.
I closed my eyes trying to stop the tears from my now puffy eyes. I tried to... I really did... but it was futile.
It was like my tear duct suddenly had a mind of its own and it won't stop producing these damn tears.
My eyes stung every time the wind blows and my body was shivering wildly, my teeth were chattering and I tried to keep my mouth shut. I was sobbing uncontrollably and I was getting dizzy. I couldn't feel my hand and feet anymore.
I felt my knees gave out and I fell on top of my dad and mom's tomb.
I lay there silently, sobbing to myself.
The tears has finally stopped because I had no more tears, they were all used up. My mind was hazy and I couldn't think anymore. I couldn't feel my body and I felt empty... broken even, like humpty dumpy... I could never be pieced back together.
The cold wind blew and I was burning... I saw the snow falling but I didn't move. Not because I didn't want to but because I couldn't.
I don't have it... I don't have the courage and the strength to stand up.
I watched as the snow fell to the ground and disappear on my hand. Just like the snow, my heart is falling into pieces and slowly disappearing.
I didn't care. I have no one.
I'm alone and all I wanted now was to be with my parents, to feel them again, to see them.
My lips turned to smile "mom... dad... you're both happy right?" I whispered.
It was hard to talk, my throat was so dry and my lips was so chapped that I tasted blood.
I closed my eyes and smiled "I'm coming..." I breathed as I drifted into unconsciousness.
The last thing I felt was a warm hard carressing my face and Sam's voice in the distance.
AN: So that was that. It was nice writing this and it gave me a much needed break. I'm not sure on what to do with marriange arrangement. I honestly need help on that so every review i get, will really help.
Review and comments would be very wonderful!