Hello, people! Ali here with another chapter of Lost and Found! *does happy dance* Okay, this chapter is really depressing. Like, really really depressing. So, a lot of people were asking why I would just kill off Ali's dad. The answer is simple. Even though I based Ali off of me, it's very fun to kick her when she's down. I'm a right little sadist when it comes to hurting characters. But this is about as bad as it gets for her, which is good. Thanks to all the people who reviewed. Especially Paulsgirl34 and SteampunkGirl9. I mean, jeez you guys reviewed a lot. It was a lovely surprise. And FlowerChild17, I was kind of cheating on that last chapter. I had about half an hour to get something up, so I stole two songs. But Leaf was happy, so it was worth it. Won't happen again, promise. I'm just gonna shut up now and let you people read.
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never have, never will
My jaw just dropped. I was, for the first time in my life, utterly speechless. It was like I should be crying, but I couldn't. He couldn't be dead. He just couldn't.
"No, that can't be right," I said shakily, scared at how weak I sounded, hoping Drew could hear the silent plea. No, I was crying inside. Not him. Anyone else, just not him.
"Ali, I'm so sorry," Drew repeated, looking like he was about to cry. John's arm looped around my waist.
"No, he can't be!" I exclaimed, feeling sick.
"He just can't be," I choked. People were staring but I didn't care. Dad couldn't be dead...
Suddenly feeling trapped, I slid out of John's grasp and started running. I had to see him. Had to see him one last time.
"My name's Alihandria Lennon, my father had an accident. I need to see him," I gasped after getting to the hospital. The nurse looked at me, a bit scared. She took my hand and led me to the emergency ward. My dad was lying in a bed, IV in one arm. A breathing tube was down his throat and a heart monitor was on his chest. An ominous beep was coming from it and the line on the screen was flat. The nurse walked over to it and flipped it off.
"I'm sorry," she whispered before leaving, giving me some privacy. I pulled up a chair and grabbed my father's hand. That was where John found me half an hour later.
"Ali..." he whispered, stepping into the room. Dad's hand had long since become cold, but I didn't care.
"Why?" I choked hollowly. I couldn't feel anything. It was like I should be sad but all I felt was empty. "Why him?"
"I don't know," John pulled up a chair next to me. I turned sideways and looked at him.
"Why can't I feel sad?" I choked out. John wrapped me in an embrace.
"Let's get you home," he murmured into my hair before taking my hand and leading me to the car. I followed like a child.
The hotel room was dark and cold. Sleep refused to come. The streets of New York whirled around me, sirens blaring even at this late hour. It took just a minute here for my father to leave me. Just a minute and everything could change. I flipped my light on and dug around for my trusty notepad.
Someone knocked on the door, startling me. I glanced around and noticed it was morning. I had stayed up all night. The knocking came again, more insistently. I stood up and opened the door.
"You look awful," John grinned and I looked down at myself. The dress from last night was wrinkled and my hair was a mess. My eyes probably had dark rings around them. But I didn't care. I didn't care about anything anymore.
I cracked my neck before going back to my bed and picking up my pad, the only evidence of the hellish night I just went through. John peered over at what I had wrote.
Harry Got Up
Dressed All In Black
Went Down To The Station
And He Never Came Back
They Found His Clothing
Scattered Somewhere Down The Track
And He Won't Be Down On Wall Street
In The Morning
He Had A Home
The Love Of A Girl
But Men Get Lost Sometimes
As Years Unfold
One Day He Crossed Some Line
And He Was Too Much In This World
But I Guess It Doesn't Matter Anymore
In A New York Minute
Everything Can Change
In A New York Minute
Things Can Get Pretty Strange
In A New York Minute
Everything Can Change
In A New York Minute
Lying Here In The Darkness
I Hear The Sirens Wail
Somebody Going To Emergency
Somebody's Going To Jail
If You Find Somebody To Love In This World
You Better Hand On Tooth And Nail
The Wolf Is Always At The Door
In A New York Minute
Everything Can Change
In A New York Minute
Things Can Get A Little Strange
In A New York Minute
Everything Can Change
In A New York Minute
And In These Days
When Darkness Falls Early
And People Rush Home
To The Ones They Love
You Better Take A Fool's Advice
And Tak Care Of Your Own
One Day They're Here;
Next Day They're Gone
I Pulled My Coat Around My Shoulders
And Took A Walk Down Through The Park
The Leaves Were Falling Around Me
The Groaning City In The Gathering Dark
On Some Solitary Rock
A Desperate Lover Left His Mark,
'Baby, I've Changed. Please Come Back.'
What The Head Makes Cloudy
The Heart Makes Very Clear
The Days Were So Much Brighter
In The Time When He Was Here
But I Know There's Somebody Somewhere
Make These Dark Clouds Disappear
Until That Day, I Have To Believe
I Believe, I Believe
In A New York Minute
Everything Can Change
In A New York Minute
Things Can Get A Little Strange
In A New York Minute
Everything Can Change
In A New York Minute
John hugged me again and I looked up at him. "It hurts so bad but I just can't cry," I explained, feeling my throat constrict. How was it that I could cry because of my boyfriend's cheating but not because my dad was gone?
We just sat there for the day. John tried to get me to eat but I wasn't hungry. All I could do was sit on my bed and stare at the wall. In a new york minute, everything could change...
"Ali, I'm gonna go to bed. Will you be okay on your own?" John broke the silence. I nodded at him even though I desperately didn't want to be alone again.
It was about 3:00 when Paul came. I opened the door and he came in with a bag that smelled like fast food.
"I couldn't sleep and thought you might be hungry," Paul explained, almost apologetic. I tried to fake a smile. It probably looked more like a grimace.
We sat on the bed and he took out some chicken out of the bag.
"I'm not hungry," I muttered, curling up in the fetal position and going back to staring at the wall.
"Have you had anything to eat today?" Paul touched my shoulder. I turned to him, a bit surprised at the sinking feeling in my stomach. It really was sweet of him to come here. I thought for a second before shaking my head.
Paul pressed a piece of chicken into my hand. "Then you eat," he muttered, looking very determined. Knowing this battle was lost, I took a bite. He looked very satisfied as he leaned back on the bed.
"What have you been doing all day?" he asked nonchalantly. I looked at him and took another bite, more to keep Paul happy than anything.
"Staring at the wall," I said as I put the chicken back down. My body felt exhausted but I couldn't bring myself to sleep.
"How are you feeling?" Paul sat up and looked at me.
"Fine," I muttered, playing with the sheets. Paul grabbed my hand and glared at me.
"Really."
"Why do you care?" I growled, feeling a bit threatened but feeling my voice rising. "Why do you care that I feel like someone just ripped my soul out? Why would you care that I haven't really eaten, haven't slept, and have been worrying all day about how the hell I'm gonna tell Robin his daddy's never coming home? Why do you care that I wish it had been me in that car? Why do you care that I want so badly to scream, to run outside and jump off this building just so I can talk to him again? Why do you-"
Paul cut me off by grabbing my arms, leaning forward and kissing me on the mouth hard.
"That's why I care," he whispered, pulling apart and brushing a tear from my face. I didn't notice I started crying. And, suddenly, a lot of things made sense. Why Paul had always interrupted me and George. Why I could eventually forgive him. It was never going to be George.
Not that any of these revelations mattered right then because I was too busy bawling my eyes out in Paul's arms. He was actually pretty good about that, considering he had just laid everything out on the table to me. After about fifteen minutes of incoherent sobbing, I managed to pull myself together. Sort of.
"Sorry about that," I smiled shakily, wiping my eyes. Paul shook his head and passed me some tissues. I grabbed a fistful and blew my nose in a way that resembled a cross between an elephant and a trumpet.
"Feeling better?" Paul smiled as I looked around for a trash can.
"Much," I said as I straightened up. Some hair was getting in his face so I brushed it away. "Thank you."
This time, my arms went around Paul's neck as he kissed me. And I kissed back.
"Do you want me to stay?" he asked as we eventually pulled apart. I nodded.
"I don't want to be alone tonight," I whispered. Paul smiled and tucked some of my hair behind my ear.
We stayed nestled together that night, my head on his chest and his arm tight around my waist. He didn't try anything, probably thinking I was too emotionally unstable. He was dead right. I was still a long way from okay, but, after that night, I was on the right path to get there.
My jaw just dropped. I was, for the first time in my life, utterly speechless. It was like I should be crying, but I couldn't. He couldn't be dead. He just couldn't.
"No, that can't be right," I said shakily, scared at how weak I sounded, hoping Drew could hear the silent plea. No, I was crying inside. Not him. Anyone else, just not him.
"Ali, I'm so sorry," Drew repeated, looking like he was about to cry. John's arm looped around my waist.
"No, he can't be!" I exclaimed, feeling sick.
"He just can't be," I choked. People were staring but I didn't care. Dad couldn't be dead...
Suddenly feeling trapped, I slid out of John's grasp and started running. I had to see him. Had to see him one last time.
"My name's Alihandria Lennon, my father had an accident. I need to see him," I gasped after getting to the hospital. The nurse looked at me, a bit scared. She took my hand and led me to the emergency ward. My dad was lying in a bed, IV in one arm. A breathing tube was down his throat and a heart monitor was on his chest. An ominous beep was coming from it and the line on the screen was flat. The nurse walked over to it and flipped it off.
"I'm sorry," she whispered before leaving, giving me some privacy. I pulled up a chair and grabbed my father's hand. That was where John found me half an hour later.
"Ali..." he whispered, stepping into the room. Dad's hand had long since become cold, but I didn't care.
"Why?" I choked hollowly. I couldn't feel anything. It was like I should be sad but all I felt was empty. "Why him?"
"I don't know," John pulled up a chair next to me. I turned sideways and looked at him.
"Why can't I feel sad?" I choked out. John wrapped me in an embrace.
"Let's get you home," he murmured into my hair before taking my hand and leading me to the car. I followed like a child.
The hotel room was dark and cold. Sleep refused to come. The streets of New York whirled around me, sirens blaring even at this late hour. It took just a minute here for my father to leave me. Just a minute and everything could change. I flipped my light on and dug around for my trusty notepad.
Someone knocked on the door, startling me. I glanced around and noticed it was morning. I had stayed up all night. The knocking came again, more insistently. I stood up and opened the door.
"You look awful," John grinned and I looked down at myself. The dress from last night was wrinkled and my hair was a mess. My eyes probably had dark rings around them. But I didn't care. I didn't care about anything anymore.
I cracked my neck before going back to my bed and picking up my pad, the only evidence of the hellish night I just went through. John peered over at what I had wrote.
Harry Got Up
Dressed All In Black
Went Down To The Station
And He Never Came Back
They Found His Clothing
Scattered Somewhere Down The Track
And He Won't Be Down On Wall Street
In The Morning
He Had A Home
The Love Of A Girl
But Men Get Lost Sometimes
As Years Unfold
One Day He Crossed Some Line
And He Was Too Much In This World
But I Guess It Doesn't Matter Anymore
In A New York Minute
Everything Can Change
In A New York Minute
Things Can Get Pretty Strange
In A New York Minute
Everything Can Change
In A New York Minute
Lying Here In The Darkness
I Hear The Sirens Wail
Somebody Going To Emergency
Somebody's Going To Jail
If You Find Somebody To Love In This World
You Better Hand On Tooth And Nail
The Wolf Is Always At The Door
In A New York Minute
Everything Can Change
In A New York Minute
Things Can Get A Little Strange
In A New York Minute
Everything Can Change
In A New York Minute
And In These Days
When Darkness Falls Early
And People Rush Home
To The Ones They Love
You Better Take A Fool's Advice
And Tak Care Of Your Own
One Day They're Here;
Next Day They're Gone
I Pulled My Coat Around My Shoulders
And Took A Walk Down Through The Park
The Leaves Were Falling Around Me
The Groaning City In The Gathering Dark
On Some Solitary Rock
A Desperate Lover Left His Mark,
'Baby, I've Changed. Please Come Back.'
What The Head Makes Cloudy
The Heart Makes Very Clear
The Days Were So Much Brighter
In The Time When He Was Here
But I Know There's Somebody Somewhere
Make These Dark Clouds Disappear
Until That Day, I Have To Believe
I Believe, I Believe
In A New York Minute
Everything Can Change
In A New York Minute
Things Can Get A Little Strange
In A New York Minute
Everything Can Change
In A New York Minute
John hugged me again and I looked up at him. "It hurts so bad but I just can't cry," I explained, feeling my throat constrict. How was it that I could cry because of my boyfriend's cheating but not because my dad was gone?
We just sat there for the day. John tried to get me to eat but I wasn't hungry. All I could do was sit on my bed and stare at the wall. In a new york minute, everything could change...
"Ali, I'm gonna go to bed. Will you be okay on your own?" John broke the silence. I nodded at him even though I desperately didn't want to be alone again.
It was about 3:00 when Paul came. I opened the door and he came in with a bag that smelled like fast food.
"I couldn't sleep and thought you might be hungry," Paul explained, almost apologetic. I tried to fake a smile. It probably looked more like a grimace.
We sat on the bed and he took out some chicken out of the bag.
"I'm not hungry," I muttered, curling up in the fetal position and going back to staring at the wall.
"Have you had anything to eat today?" Paul touched my shoulder. I turned to him, a bit surprised at the sinking feeling in my stomach. It really was sweet of him to come here. I thought for a second before shaking my head.
Paul pressed a piece of chicken into my hand. "Then you eat," he muttered, looking very determined. Knowing this battle was lost, I took a bite. He looked very satisfied as he leaned back on the bed.
"What have you been doing all day?" he asked nonchalantly. I looked at him and took another bite, more to keep Paul happy than anything.
"Staring at the wall," I said as I put the chicken back down. My body felt exhausted but I couldn't bring myself to sleep.
"How are you feeling?" Paul sat up and looked at me.
"Fine," I muttered, playing with the sheets. Paul grabbed my hand and glared at me.
"Really."
"Why do you care?" I growled, feeling a bit threatened but feeling my voice rising. "Why do you care that I feel like someone just ripped my soul out? Why would you care that I haven't really eaten, haven't slept, and have been worrying all day about how the hell I'm gonna tell Robin his daddy's never coming home? Why do you care that I wish it had been me in that car? Why do you care that I want so badly to scream, to run outside and jump off this building just so I can talk to him again? Why do you-"
Paul cut me off by grabbing my arms, leaning forward and kissing me on the mouth hard.
"That's why I care," he whispered, pulling apart and brushing a tear from my face. I didn't notice I started crying. And, suddenly, a lot of things made sense. Why Paul had always interrupted me and George. Why I could eventually forgive him. It was never going to be George.
Not that any of these revelations mattered right then because I was too busy bawling my eyes out in Paul's arms. He was actually pretty good about that, considering he had just laid everything out on the table to me. After about fifteen minutes of incoherent sobbing, I managed to pull myself together. Sort of.
"Sorry about that," I smiled shakily, wiping my eyes. Paul shook his head and passed me some tissues. I grabbed a fistful and blew my nose in a way that resembled a cross between an elephant and a trumpet.
"Feeling better?" Paul smiled as I looked around for a trash can.
"Much," I said as I straightened up. Some hair was getting in his face so I brushed it away. "Thank you."
This time, my arms went around Paul's neck as he kissed me. And I kissed back.
"Do you want me to stay?" he asked as we eventually pulled apart. I nodded.
"I don't want to be alone tonight," I whispered. Paul smiled and tucked some of my hair behind my ear.
We stayed nestled together that night, my head on his chest and his arm tight around my waist. He didn't try anything, probably thinking I was too emotionally unstable. He was dead right. I was still a long way from okay, but, after that night, I was on the right path to get there.
Well, that was most depressing to write, I'll say again. But anyway, I love people who review. So review. Then I'll love you too! So, love and cupcakes. BYEEEEE!