Good Times, Bad Times
She sat in the bus seat alone, looking out the window. Nobody talked to her and she didn't talk to anybody. She never wanted anybody to know the pains that were inflicted on her. She sported bruises every now and then that she would cover up with make-up or long sleeves. Even more she didn't want anybody to know who had been inflicting the pain for fear of losing that person.
Although there had been so many bad times had been there, ten year old Amber sat there remembering a happy time. A moment in her childhood that she would never forget.
Flashback
The six year woke up in her darkened room. It was almost midnight. Amber could hear the TV playing in the living room so she slipped out of her bed and walked out to find comfort.
Amber found her father sitting on the couch remote in his hand. He looked bored and every now and then here would flip the channel.
"Daddy?" She called quietly.
John looked over to the entrance of the living room to find his young daughter. "Come here princess." She walked over to her father and crawled on the couch to snuggle with her father, "What are you doing up baby girl." He asked kissing her on the forehead as she snuggled up to him.
"I had a bad dream daddy."
"Oh, did you now?"
"Yeah the monsters came and they took you and Dean and Sammy away and I was all alone daddy. It was scary."
"Well that won't happen little Bambi." John replied kissing her on the forehead again. "We will always be there for you."
"You promise daddy?" Amber asked looking into her father's eyes.
"I promise baby girl."
Amber placed her head on her father's chest and listened to the sound of his heart beat. "Daddy will you sing to me our father daughter sing."
John began to sing the song while smoothing her hair with his hand:
I've
got sunshine Well, I guess you'll say I've got so much honey Well, I guess you'll say Ooooh, Hoooo. Hey, hey, hey. I
don't need no money, Well, I guess you'll say Talkin' bout my girl.
On a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside,
I've
got the month of May.
What can
make me feel this way?
My girl. (My girl, my girl)
Talkin'
'bout my girl. (My girl)
The bees
envy me.
I've got a sweeter song Than the birds in the
trees.
What can make me feel this
way?
My girl. (My girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl. (My
girl)
Hey, hey, hey.
Fortune or fame.
I've got all the riches,
baby,
One man can claim.
What
can make me feel this way?
My girl. (My girl, my girl)
Talkin'
'bout my girl. (My girl)
I've got
sunshine on cloudy day
With my girl.
I've even got the month of
May With my girl
Amber had fallen asleep in her father's arms. John picked her up and put her back in her bed. "I love you baby girl. Good night my little Bambi"
"Good night daddy." Amber mumbled in her sleep while she shifted positions on her bed. John kissed her on the forehead one last time and left the room.
End flashback.
She came out off the memory just as the school bus came to her stop. She got off and walked to her house to find her father's car in the driveway.
Amber walked into the house. John walked into the foyer carrying a beer in his hand. He was drank again. He looked at his daughter and asked in an angry voice "What are you doing home young lady?"