Raising Daddy's Little Girl
It had been a normal day.
More than normal in fact, it had been a great day. Massie hadn't been called out once in class, her hair was extra shiny, and she had found the perfect BCBG shoes at the mall. So she didn't think twice that cold winter day when she stepped out of the car and into the warm, rose smelling living room at the Block Estate.
She heard loud sobbing coming from one of the rooms.
Massie pushed the door of the den quietly. She peeked inside confused. "Mom?"
Kendra was lying in one of the couches, a pile of Kleenex and an empty box next to her. Her face was make up free and she was wearing old Juicy sweatpants.
Massie had never seen her mother look so broken. She felt her palms sweat. Her mother never looked like this. She didn't think she had ever seen her mom cry once. "Mom? What's wrong?" she was surprise how soft her voice sounded.
"Your, your," Kendra chocked out as she hugged Massie. " Your father was in a car accident Massie, coming home from work."
Massie gulped and she felt her whole body grow cold. "W-What?" she squeaked, unable to comprehend.
"Your father, sweetheart," Kendra said as she squeezed her arm. "He was in a car accident, the police just called me, I'm sorry, darling but he's. . .dead."
A loud buzzing sound seemed to ring in Massie's ear, everything seem to be spinning and she couldn't concentrate. Slowly the tears started spilling uncontrollably.
The days it seemed went by in a blur. The paperwork, the choosing of the casket, putting away her father's things, the wake, the funeral, relatives and girls at OCD whispering their "I'm sorry's" to Massie and for once she didn't mind being pitied.
She felt numb as she watched them lowered the casket to the ground. She wanted to burst into tears, drag the casket up and begged them not bury her father. Her Daddy. Her hero. Her protector.
The memories of her and her father seemed to be flashing in her mind.
When he skipped a meeting to take her to the candy store (when she still ate candy.)
When he taught her how to ride a bike.
When he kissed her goodnight.
It was hard to realize that her Daddy was gone. There would be no one to tell her that she looked like a ten when she felt like a five. There would be no one to tell her she looked beautiful in her prom dress. No one to teach her how to drive when she got her first car even though he had promised to teach her.
There would be no one that would give her advice or watch her graduate high school with the rest of her classmates. There would be no one to waved goodbye to and promise to her that everything will be ok when she arrived at her college campus.
"Mass, are you ok?" Claire whispered as they watched the casket being lowered and the dirt being put over it. She would never see her father again.
"No," she choked out, letting the tears fall. She didn't care if Claire saw her cry. "He's gone, I'll never seen him again."
"Yes, you will," she said gently. "Someday."
"I never told him I loved him."
"Huh?"
The day of the accident," she explained quietly. "Before I left for school, he told me he loved me, but I was so preoccupied on some stupid thing that I didn't tell him I loved him back. He probably died thinking that I didn't love him." her body trembled as she cried.
"He knew you loved him," Claire insisted urgently. "He knew, Mass. Don't be so hard on yourself."
"I wish I could see him one last time," Massie begged desperately. " So that I could tell him that I love him and that I can never imagine myself without him. That I'm still not an adult. That I still need him."
"Daddy, will I always be your little girl?"
"Of course, sweetheart. Massie, you will always be Daddy's little girl."
THE END So that's a little one shot, I hope it wasn't too terrible.
