So, in line with "The last dance" I'll be sharing with you a heartwarming story…So Hopefully this will stick out well like the former.

Kelly always wishes for her dad to trust her at times. He was uptight and never trusts her. She wanted so much to grow up and to just be free. But she has to be careful it what she wishes for because she might just get it...the hard way because her dad has a dark secret that will truly break her heart

The Truth

Prologue:

Kelly sat on the porch swing; she was looking at the picture of her father. Her mom saw her and she sat down next to her. "Kelly, you need to eat, you'll get thing if you don't." Kelly looked at her mom with a sad smile. "Mom, I don't feel like it." She replied. Her mother rubbed her back lightly and nudged her. "Do you want to tell me all about it?" She asked her daughter.

Kelly nodded and she began to tell a story close to her heart…a story of misery, love, and angst…

About a year ago

"Dad, please, please, please…"

"No young lady," Daniel Blank repeated to his daughter. "Why can't you understand that I will never allow you to go to Tampa after that incident?" Oh boy, here we go again, another day another endless ramblings in the Blank's residency. Last month, their neighbors kept on complaining because of their noise.

Kelly glared at her dad. "This why mom left you!" she said through gritted teeth. "You are so selfish, dad!" Daniel was too shocked he couldn't control himself. A hard slap came across Kelly's face.

Kelly looked at her dad and went up to her room. "I wish that you were never my father!" Daniel winced as soon as he heard the door slam. Never in his life had he pictured himself laying a hand on his daughter. He wasn't a bad father, he really wasn't. He tried his best to give everything to his daughter but it always seemed that his best wasn't even good enough. He knew that his time with his daughter is only limited, you see, last year, he was diagnosed with brain tumor. The Dr. Williamson—one of his good friends—already told him that he had less than a year to live, you see, the cancer had already metastasized on both sides of his brain. But that diagnosis was six months ago. This means he only had about four months left. He wasn't scared of death, but he is scared for his daughter, she's only seventeen, yeah she may understand it as soon as the symptoms begin to show. But still she was too young to tread on this hardship. He didn't want her to know yet. Georgina, his ex-wife, knew about it already, that is why he asked her to refuse if Kelly wanted to come to Tampa, because he just wanted to spend time with Kelly, even just for a few times.

How much more will I have to endure before I tell her about this?

Kelly sat on her bed, thinking of a reason why her dad hates her so much. It's the first time that her dad slapped her. True, it was her fault because she blamed her dad about his divorce with her mom. It really hurt her when they did five years ago; she was only twelve when they did. It affected her so much that, she even ran away and didn't go back for two days (I won't be stressing too much about this since I plan to prolong this story…)

Last year, she and her dad moved to Charlotte. Her dad's hometown, she didn't have many friends—well still don't have any—to add to that. During the last semester, Kelly failed her test in Calculus—and that's not the embarrassing part because she missed every single question—her dad got angry that he grounded her for half a month—"No T.V., no radio, no internet, and most importantly, no BOYS!"—that's how her dad phrased it—and re-phrased it. She was so mad at him, that he even called, Martha—the accountant that her dad dated for two weeks—and told her that her dad was cheating on her with Olga—Kelly just made that up—and before she knew it, Martha was at their front door and throwing the gifts that her dad had given her. And when her dad found out about what she had done, he grounded her with an extra two months. But for Kelly, it was worth it.

"Sweetheart,"

Kelly looked at her slightly pink bedroom door. She didn't answer, she just wanted to listen…to contemplate.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you…but you hurt me too…"

Kelly's conscience began to kick in. She felt a tear jerk away from her eye. "I'm sorry too." She mouthed, because she didn't have the guts to speak.

"I know that you are really looking forward to this trip in Tampa." Her father paused, sighing heavily. "But there is a very important reason why I want you to stay here with me…but I just can't tell you why…This is unfair for you, I know."

Kelly had never ever heard her father speak like that. Because his usual speeches were always about her grades, or her irresponsibility, and her usual lack of sensitivity. But she in the short period of time, she sensed something different about her father…something she had never, ever encounter before.

"I just want you to know that you are the greatest gift that God had given me…"

That sentiment just squeezed Kelly's heart, but she would never admit it.

When school let out, Kelly was walking all alone—not that she minded it or anything—most of her schoolmates—heck, half this kids in her school never even knew her, so, suffice it to say that she was invisible. She was so out of the loop in this school. There was even a time that she had to eat her lunch in the restroom because she couldn't find any seat in the cafeteria. She blamed her dad for that—but she knew that it wasn't his fault. She always blamed her dad for everything that had happened to her.

Suddenly a soccer ball went her way and dramatically landing on her head. Her books fell. With the sudden pandemonium, all her schoolmates stared at her and began laughing, She was so humiliated.

Someone was running toward her, a young man, to be exact. When the young man got to her, she knew well enough who it was; he's one of the pretty rich people here. He was wearing a red T-shirt and black shorts, paired with long white socks and those soccer shoes. His name is Evan Korklan, one of the richest kids in school.

"Sorry about that, you got on the ball's way and…"

I got on the ball's way?—talk about something that makes your blood boiling. Never in her life had she someone blame her like that. "So it's my fault that your stupid soccer ball bounced off my head?" Kelly asked; her cheeks red as can be.

"Well, technically—no but…"

"You know what, just because you're rich, it doesn't mean that you can push people around." Kelly passed the ball to Evan hard enough to push the air out of Evan. As Evan watched the blonde walk away, he couldn't help but think that she was different from the other girls because normally, they always chase after him. A wry smile came across his face before he heard his name being called.

As Kelly walked back to her house, she was still thinking about what happen earlier. Yeah, the girls in the school always gushed about how cute Evan was. But since she saw him much closer, she reckoned that he was more than cute—he is very handsome. But the mere fact that she thought he was handsome was only at that. She shook her head and went inside the house.

End of Chapter

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