A Daughter Says Goodbye

DISCLAIMER: The characters of Days of Our Lives do not belong to me, the only character

that belongs to me is Jasmine.

SUMMARY: This story is about if Abe and Lexie had a daughter around Shawn, Belle, and Mimi's age, and her

reaction to Abe's death.

The girl sits in the chapel and stares at the lit candles. It all seemed so in surreal. In just one day her life had fallen apart.

Things would never be the same again. Jasmine Ariana Carver dropped softly to her knees and asked God how she was

going to get through this tough time in her life.

She just knew he father, Abe Carver, would pull through. He was a fighter. That's what had made him such a good police

commander. But he didn't survive and Jasmine wasn't so sure she would either.

One hour earlier

"Abe, what is it? Who shot you," her mother Lexie was asking her father. He struggles to get his words out and I bite my

lip to keep from crying. He slowly raises his arm and pointed towards the window. "Ma--agi" he chokes out and we all turn

to stare at Maggie Horton.

My eyes are torn from the window when my father's monitors stop beeping. I barely hear my mother as she calls out my

father's name. "I'm sorry, there's nothing else we can do," the doctor says and Mom lets out a heart-wrenching wail.

I stand frozen in shock. The only thing I can think of is My father is dead. My daddy is dead. He's not gonna be there

when I graduate from college, get married, or when I have kids. He's not gonna be there for Theo's first word, first step,

or his first birthday.

It hits me real hard that my father is gone and that he isn't coming back. I feel tears sliding down my cheeks and feel my

knees go weak. "Dad," I say softly, "Dad," I hear Hope saying my name and she crosses over and wraps her arms around

me from behind. "Daddy!" I cry out and slowly sink to my knees and feel Hope do the same. She rocks me back and forth

and tries to soothe me with her words. But the only thing I hear is the long, steady beep of the machines.

Present

I hear someone come into the chapel. It's Mom. She approaches the alter and lights a candle then says a prayer. I

stare at her as talks to God. She had put on some scrubs to be with Daddy while he was in surgery. I stare at them

now, knowing what she must be thinking. I know she wants to blame herself. Being a doctor she could not take part

in Daddy's surgery because of her emotional attachment to him. I know she wishes she could've done more by helping

him. But I know she did all she could.

I am pulled from my thoughts when I feel Mom sit next to me. "Did you call Brandon," I ask thinking of my older brother.

"I couldn't reach him," I hear Mom take a deep breath and I can tell she is trying hard not to cry. "I feel like I've failed

you and Theo," she says. I look at her with a frown on my face. "I didn't do a good job trying to keep Mom's

vision from coming true. I should've tried harder for you and Theo and Brandon."

I take her hand in mine. "Don't say that. You did try hard enough, I know you did." I look down and take in shaky

breaths. "I think Daddy knew he was going to die, and he accepted that. I mean, what more could you ask for? He had a

loving and devoted wife, wonderful kids, and a great career. The only thing I'm sure he hated about knowing he was going to die was leaving us," I can no longer hold my tears in so I let them fall freely.

Mom wraps her arm around me and I lay my head on her shoulder and sob. "You're right. He had everything he ever wanted.

And you don't know how crazy about you he was when you were born. He spoiled you rotten. He was looking forward to

raising Theo, to make up for the time he had missed with Brandon. But don't be sad because he's watching over us now,

protecting us, and one day we'll all be together again."