Hey guys!! sorry I haven't updated in like a month but i was busy and then school started and no one was reveiwing. Anway, thanks to my sister who got me to write this chapter, LUV ya!!!!! Heres the chapter and please please review!!!
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What is Love?
I was twelve now.
My room was full of trophies and medals from running races.
I was much closer to my father now. We played games together and he even took me hunting, a skill I took up after Annabelle died. Another good thing was he wouldn't go to the pub as much.
But there was also something else about him that was different, he seemed happier. I know I was.
These were probably the best years of my life so far.
Until I met…her.
It was a normal early fall day. School had started and homework with it.
I had just finished my reading assignment and was starting on my math when he walked in with a woman by his side.
He looked surprised to see me there.
"Oh…uh…hi there son. Um…there's someone I want you to meet." he stuttered.
He motioned toward the lady next to him. "This is Nancy."
"Oh you must be Emmet," came her high voice. "I have heard so much about you!"
Her sugar-coated voice was almost sickening to me.
"How about you go to John's house to play, or to James' or Robert's?" my father told me.
On any other day, or in any other circumstance I would have agreed right away, but given the current matter, I hesitated.
"But today we were supposed to go play football with all of them, remember?" I quickly made up an excuse for him not to be alone with that woman. I didn't like her.
"Oh, honey, that's ok!" Nancy trilled. "I'll come and watch."
"Ok, I'm going to leave you two for a few minutes to get my gear." he trudged out of the room and up the stairs.
"Sooo…" I started.
"What do you want you little brat!" she whisper-yelled at me, her sweet voice gone. "Well? Spit it out you little urchin!"
I sputtered, unable to from any coherent words. I was in such a shock from it, I barely got myself together before my dad came down the stairs.
"Ok, champ, let's get going!" he said happily.
I got my three best friends to play with us.
John was a tough guy, like me. He had reddish blond hair and blue eyes. He loved to play sports. One of the reasons he was my friend. Though he wasn't as outgoing as me, he was a very friendly person.
James was always looking for a good laugh. He wasn't weak but not very muscular. He had brown hair with freckles all over his face. He loved jokes and pranks and I helped him pull them all the time. We were the two masterminds at crime.
Robert was a mix of the plus some. He had the whitest blonde hair I have EVER seen, and he was short for his age. He was a joker and sometimes a pranker. You could always count on him to do things with you.
But when they all came together, I think I liked them because they were all pieces of myself. John with his love of sports and strength, James with his good sense of humor, and Robert, well, for being Robert.
We played so it was fair my dad and myself against the others.
During a huddle I couldn't help but ask, "So where did you meet her? Nancy I mean."
I could see the confusion, then understanding, then panic rise up in his eyes. He quickly guarded his emotions, so his eyes told me nothing.
"We've been working together for a while now." I saw straight through his lie.
"Oh… do you love her?" I asked as if it didn't matter, even though right under my skin I was itching to know.
"Well, son…"
"Hey, we playing or not?" James called out.
"Oh yeah. Ok lets get ready." I shouted back to him.
We got in formation and started playing.
My dad and I won. It was close, but we won.
I said good-bye to my friends and we started walking home. Annoyingly, with Nancy also.
We strolled until we got to our little house.
"Why don't you go put this stuff up?" My dad asked.
As he said it like it was an order, not a question, I had no choice. I grabbed the football clothes and put them in the laundry room.
I saw that he left his watch, so I grabbed it to bring it back to him. But what I didn't expect was for him to be standing there in the doorway kissing her.
My mouth dropped open, and my brain faintly registered the sound of glass breaking on the floor under me. At the noise he turned away for Nancy and saw me there. We just stared for a while then a flustered Nancy breathlessly broke the silence.
"Well, I guess I should go then."
Then she left, my father and I still staring at each other.
It was his dark brown eyes against my bright blue ones. Then suddenly I was yelling.
All my feelings came back as I snapped out of my trance. Anger flooded through me.
"WHAT WERE YOU JUST DOING. YOU SAID YOU HAD JUST MET HER!!!" I screamed at him.
"Well…I um… you see…" he was clearly at a loss for words.
"WHY POPPA? JUST TELL ME WHY!!!!" I shouted.
He got mad then too. "BECAUSE I LOVE HER!" he bellowed.
I lost all my anger as he said the words. "But Poppa? How can you love her?" I asked in a quiet voice. Pain was lacing my every word.
He obviously heard it and softened up.
"But what about Mamma? You loved her too. Just because she died doesn't mean you have to go get another woman. Why poppa? Do you not love my mamma anymore?" I asked quietly.
He flinched when I said that. I knew I had hit a nerve. The sadness weaved around his eyes as I talked.
Then he finally said, "Of course I loved you mother, Emmett. She was my everything, my life, my soul, and my heart. I could never forget her, son. Never, not in a million years."
I wasn't satisfied but I decided to end the conversation there because I, Emmet McCarthy, was close to tears at that point.
"Good-night Dad." I stated simply and went upstairs to my room.
Snuggled under my blankets, I tried to pretend my mother was here holding me.
"Good night baby." she'd whisper, her voice as sweet as a flower. "Have good dreams."
"I miss you mom." I said to her non-existent figure.
"I miss you too sweetie." then she left, and the happy feeling that came with her happy personality was gone and I was over whelmed with sadness.
The tears came with no stop.
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