Chapter 7: Daddy
I took a deep breath when I woke up the very next morning. I wasn't ready to apologize to my mom for my behavior. I didn't know what to say. I had to sleep on it and I did.
As I got ready for the day, I could smell breakfast. I could smell my mom's blueberry pancakes and scrambled eggs. It smelt delicious.
My stomach was growling after I splattered water on my face. I grab myself and head downstairs to the kitchen.
'Good morning." Mom greets me. I could tell how awkward it must be for her to smile after our fight last night.
"Morning." I said as I grab take a seat on the kitchen table.
Once again I take another deep breathe. I have to do this. I can't hold it in forever. I told myself before opening my mouth. "Mom, listen? I'm really sorry about last night. My behavior and attitude was way off line..."
Mom nods, flipping one pancake over. "Apology accepted, baby." I smile at her.
"Should I get the orange juice out? Or whatever you prefer?" I asked concern.
"Orange juice sounds great." Mom replied. I walk to the fridge and grab the orange juice. I grab two glasses as well. "Breakfast smells great, Mom."
"I can't wait for the two of us to dig in." Mom smiles. I smile back but then I let out a sigh. "Mom? I spoke to Gabe last night. Is it okay if she comes by to see Jack?" I hesitated to ask.
"Of course, baby. Gabe is always welcome here. Is Seth going to come along?"
I shrug my shoulders. "She really didn't mention her dad coming by...but she's flying over here on the twenty-seventh of this month."
"Jack will love that." And she was right. I remember how excited Jack would be whenever he told me he would be seeing Gabe. He had the biggest smile on his face.
Maybe he'll even have a smile on his face when Gabe holds his hand on the day she visits. I'm just hoping something amazing happens when she arrives. "Mom? Can we go see Jack today, just you, and me?" I asked hesitating. Mom puts down a place of pancakes and scrambled eggs in front of me face. She lays a hand on my arm and smoothes it gently. "Sure we can."
"I wonder if I'll have a broken arm for this whole summer." I sighed, feeling annoyed.
"The doctor said one more week, honey. One more week..."
"And maybe Jack too?" I looked at my mother's eyes, hopelessly.
We were told from Jack's doctor that he was doing well on his own. He's still in there so there's still a chance Jack can beat this. We were relief. We thanked him and he walked us into room 217. Mom spoke to him first, surprisingly she wasn't crying as much as she used too. Maybe we were trying our best to make an effort of crying less. I'm starting to like us a lot more than when we used to have our crying days.
Like always, I hold my brother's hand. "Hey, Jack." I began. "You know? I have some really great news for you. Gabe's going to be here on the twenty-seventh. I just wish I can see you being that excited, you know? She's praying for you and for us. Umm...Mom and I are doing a lot better. The Bells, Grandma, and Grandpa thought they should leave us alone, stop coming by to check up on us, and come later afterword's to see how we are. We're slowly making a process. I know I should be here more often, not just once every other week. Clu told me he's seen you move your hand once. Carey told me he seen you twitch your right eye. Jack? Please do something like that for me, so I know you're really in there." And there I waited and waited patiently for Jack to make a movement.
My heart was racing fast when I felt and saw Jack squeezing my hand tight. "oh my gosh.." I felt a tear drop. It last long though. He stopped squeezing my hand. I wasn't upset, I wasn't angered, but for the first time I was happy. I was happy to know I had proof that my brother was in there-not from people telling me he was.
I wasn't sure where I was but everything around me was gray and foggy. It was empty as well. I kept walking until I saw someone or something but I immediately stopped walking when I saw my father face to face. I shook my head wondering what was going on. I thought I have given up the paranormal, that I couldn't see my father anymore. "Daddy?" I've questioned.
"Fiona." He said. We took a good five minutes to stare at each other. "I will never let anything happen to you, your brother, and your mom. I am your protector and it is my job to look after you and everyone else." He kisses my forehead. It felt so real, like he wasn't dead.
"Oh, daddy...I lost you when I was three. I don't know what I would do if I lose Jack." I started to cry.
Daddy shook his head. "You do not understand me, baby. Nothing bad is going to happen to Jack. Jack will wake up soon, I promise you that." Daddy smiles at me.
"Daddy? How soon?" I asked with all my concern.
"Just hang on there. I need you to stay as strong as possible. Do you think you can do that?" Daddy asked.
I nod my head. I was crying hysterically again, that I could feel the salty water that were coming down from my eyes. "Yes, I promise you. I love you, daddy."
"I love you too, baby..But I've got to get going." Daddy kisses my cheek before he disappears.
Did I really see my father? I've always known he was our protector but I don't know how any of this still could happen. I kept thinking if this was real or just a dream and then that's when I found my answer.
"Daddy..." I said. I felt someone waking me up gently.
"Fiona, baby? You were just dreaming." Mom took a seat next to me. I look at her with confusion written all over my face. I look around to see any signs of my daddy standing in the room. "Where's daddy?"
Mom shook her head. "No, no, bay...You were just dreaming." She repeated herself.
"No! It felt real! Daddy told me Jack will wake up soon and he promises me that. He said he will never let anything happen to me, you, or Jack. He also says I need to be as strong as I can. Mommy? You got to believe me."
Mom lets out a big sigh. I know she didn't want to believe me. I know she's probably getting angry that I'm doing this again. "You let your sight go. I thought you don't believe in this stuff."
"I don't! I don't believe it in anymore! But I saw Daddy-" I was cut off.
"For the last time, Fiona, it was just a dream." Mom kisses my forehead. "Come on, let's go home." She kisses Jack before we leave.
If it really was a dream, then why did it feel so real to me? I questioned myself on the ride home.