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Chapter 10
Last night was dreamless to my relief. I didn't know if I could stand to face another one of the dreams that made me cry in the mid of the night. As of lately, they had been getting progressively worse. Erik would sometimes come in and hold me in his arms as I cried. It always was a relief when he did so. I was so sure that the dreams might come true, but none had so far.
I found myself wondering that morning about my father. His memory had been evaded in fear of finding a dream of him in the night. It was possible he was still at his drinking antics and coming home and breaking everything in sight since I wasn't there to break. Yet something told me that maybe he had stopped for the sake of me. It was possible and I hoped that maybe, just maybe, he was thinking of me kindly right now. Tears threatened to come to my eyes as I remembered a special memory from when my mom was still alive.
At the time, I was only four years old. Mom and dad had decided to take me to the park near our house. We walked there in the warm breezy afternoon of June. Birds were singing and other children played around at the park when we arrived. I quickly spotted the swings and begged my dad to go push me while I swung. He told me no at first, but my mom nudged him with her elbow and told him to do it. With no more protests, he took my hand and walked me to the swings. "How high do you want me to push you, Lucy?" he asked me.
"I want to touch the clouds, daddy!" I yelled and threw my hands up to the sky.
"Be very careful David! I don't want our little girl to come crashing down to Earth to hard." my mom shouted as she sat down on a bench across from the swings. Her summer dress was a light green and complimented her tan complexion.
As he pushed me higher and higher, I squealed with delight. Now that I recall, I remember looking down at my mom as she sat on a bench watching me, her little girl soar above everything. A smile was spread across her face and her eyes were glittering. "Mom, look at me! I'm flying like a bird!" I yelled at her.
"You are flying! My little Lucy, you can almost catch the sun you're so high up." she called out to me. "You're flying, my girl, flying..." Her hair blew across her face in the slight breeze and shimmered in the afternoon sunlight.
"Lucy!" Erik shouted and snapped me out of my head. "Are you alright? You were awake, but not responding."
"Oh... yeah I'm fine. I was just remembering something special." I replied.
"What were you recalling on, my dear?" he asked curiously.
"A memory of my mom and dad that is one of the very few good ones I have. When mom died, dad became the way he is now: abusive and a drunkard. I was just thinking if maybe he was still there or at least a remnant of what he used to be." I said.
"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure he's there. In fact, I'm also pretty sure he is missing you right now." Erik said as he took one of my hands in his. I hope you are right...
David, Lucy's Father's POV
"David... David..." a voice called out. I looked all around the black room I found myself in.
"Who's there? Show yourself immediately!" I shouted to whoever was speaking. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the blackness from around me. I now found myself in the park near my home. It was just like that day when Becca was still alive and we brought Lucy... My little girl... I missed her so much after I realized I had killed her. There was nothing I regretted more than killing my baby girl.
"David do you remember this day?" I spun quickly around to find Becca, my long gone wife standing there. She was wearing that green dress that I absolutely loved when she wore it. It made her look even more beautiful than she already was. I had bought it for her on mother's day.
"Becca... of course I remember this day. How could I not when it was one of the happiest moments of my life. Of our life." I whispered back with pain in my voice. She walked over and embraced me. I held her right back and breathed in her scent of vanilla and black berries.
"She is still alive, darling. Our little Lucy is alive and breathing as are you at this very moment." Becca whispered in my ear. Joy entered my mind but quickly left at the memory of her cold lifeless body.
"No she isn't Becca. I killed her. With my own two hands, I murdered our creation, the only remaining thing I had left of you." I cried out. I could almost feel the red sticky blood on my hands at the mere thought of waking up next to my little angel when I came out of my hangover.
"Oh no she isn't dead, David. I wouldn't allow her to be dead. Come I'll show you where she is." Becca took my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Once more the scene around us billowed away and we appeared elsewhere. We appeared in a nicely arranged bedroom. Most of the furniture looked like they were from the Nineteenth century. Upon the bed in the room, sat Lucy with a... No! A man! They were speaking and holding hands. Lucy was resting her head on his shoulder and looking up at him adoringly. Anger boiled up inside me and I almost shouted. "David, he saved her when she came here. He healed her right up and took care of her."
"I don't see why couldn't have stayed at a hospital in the least! What if he's done something unspeakable to our little girl, Becca? Do you realize that maybe he's..." I was shushed as I heard the words from my daughter.
"What were you recalling on, my dear?" the man asked curiously.
"A memory of my mom and dad that is one of the very few good ones I have. When mom died, dad became the way he is now: abusive and a drunkard. I was just thinking if maybe he was still there or at least a remnant of what he used to be." Lucy said. Joy filled up in my body and I gave a cry of pure happiness. 'She thinks there is hope for me, yet!'
"Now that you know David, please try and become a better man. This was her destiny to come here just as it is your destiny to stay strong while she's away. And maybe one day she will return to you and see you as a changed man." Becca said.
I woke up breathing hard and covered in sweat. Could my dream have been all real?