Chapter 4 - My Dad's Death
I walked into my house and I saw my mom sitting down watching T.V. She looked at me and told me ''I am just going to visit your dad. I have a spare hour so I will see you later, baby doll''.
I smiled, I looked at my mom walking out the door, and she still misses my dad like I do. Even though they got divorced before I was born, they still loved each other. I looked at the T.V; my mom was watching her wedding video.
I heard a knock on the door and saw Troy holding a bunch of flowers. I opened the door, let Troy in and he gave me the flowers. I looked at him and said ''I am just going to put these in waters''.
I smiled, got a vase out the cupboard, filled it with water and put the flower in it. Troy came behind me, put his arms around me, I looked up in his eyes and I kissed him.
Troy turned around and said ''this is great''. I smiled, sat on the counter, pulled Troy over to me and I told him ''come here, playmaker''. Troy kissed me, we both laid on the counter, and I looked Troy in his blue eyes, those amazing blue eyes.
I put my hand threw Troy's hair and kissed him again. My mom walked in and saw Troy on top of me kissing. Troy quickly got off me, kissed my cheek and said ''I will see you later, Brie-Brie''. Troy smiled and left the house.
My mom put her bag on the counter and she said ''what happened here, what were you doing?''. I looked at her, got down from the counter and told her ''nothing happened mom, we were just kissing, and I broke up with Ryan, so it's not like I am cheating. Mom, I feel something for Troy, different from what I felt with Ryan''.
My mom brushed my hair away, put her hands on my face and said ''so it's love''. I moved away from my mom and told her ''it's not love, mom, you know I can't be in love after what happened with dad''.
My mom put her hand on my face on my face and said ''it wasn't your fault, baby doll''. I started to cry, my mom hugged me and I told her ''but I was there, I saw everything. Maybe if I wasn't there, he might''.
My mom kissed my forehead, looked at me and she said ''it would of happened if you were there anyway''.
I walked upstairs to my room, got the photo of my dad, put it on the bedside table and fell asleep.
I was ten years old, visiting my dad. I looked at my mom, so was so happy. I kissed her cheek and ran inside the garden. My dad was a bit late; he was properly going shopping with his friend Peter.
I sat on the grass, waiting for him to come and I saw his car. The car pulled into the drive way. I ran over to him, he kissed my forehead, gave me a bag and he said ''take this into the kitchen, G''.
I walked into the kitchen; my dad's house is pretty small but its home for the weekend. My dad walked behind me and told me ''we have steak tonight so I was thinking about having a barbeque''.
I smiled, hugged my dad and started unpacking the shopping. Peter walked over to me, Peter has been my dad's friend ever since I was baby, he is like my uncle and Peter said ''go and have fun Gabby, I will unpack the shopping''.
I smiled, walked outside and sat on the swing. My dad sat down next to me and said ''I can't wait for your teen years, all that drama''. I smiled; my dad hugged me, brushed my hair and kissed my hair. I started to swing and I told him ''I promised I wouldn't be a teenager full of drama''.
I walked into the kitchen, got some paper plates and walked outside. I put the paper plates on the wooden table. My dad walked outside with a radio and said ''I thought we could pump up this barbeque''.
I smiled, sat down and my dad sat down next to me and told me ''I love you baby girl''. I smiled and hugged me. He stood up, put some music on; we got up and started to dance.
I looked at him, I laughed, he couldn't dance and he said ''I am just going to get the chairs from the garage''. My dad walked into the garden, he walked out, followed by another man, the man had a gun and he shot my dad.
My dad fell to the floor and I started to shout ''dad, daddy, dad, dad''. My dad was dead, there was nothing I could do, all these tears was falling down my face and I carried on shouting ''dad, daddy, somebody help me''.
Peter heard my tears; he ran over to me and checked my dad's pulse. He put his arms around me and he told me ''he is gone, Gabby, I'm sorry''. I cried into his arms and I didn't want to let go. My dad was gone and I couldn't stop his death.
