Updating pretty quick. I'm home from school sick today so I decided to update. Shout out to Chey21. She has reviewed every single chapter it's amazing. So thank you Shay21. And she was the only one that guessed….so let's see if her guess was correct.
As we opened the door we did not expect what we saw. There was the entire family sitting on the couch and then there was 2 military men standing in the family area too.
"Kendall, Logan, we were two of the officers that worked with Mr. Schmidt. We have come with some very important news." One of the men stated. Logan and I exchanged glances and there was a look of hope in everyone else's faces too.
"Mom," I said, "do you have any idea what is going on?"she shook her head no.
"They've been waiting for you two to get back from the hospital. Which you will have to explain to me what happened. I assume you got stitches considering the giant bandage on your head." Mama Knight said. I coughed.
"Anyway," the second sergeant interrupted, " it is rather good news considering what you guys have been going through this month." Everyone sighed in return recalling all of the events from this past month.
"We have come to say that Mr. Schmidt was not killed." Everyone gasped.
"But how could that be. I was on the phone with him, and then there was shouting and then a big explosion and then someone said he was killed during the bomb" I said too quickly.
"Kid calm down. The person who had said he was killed was the enemy that bombed the plane. He posed as the General so he could get back at us. We don't know why but your father is not dead. He is just missing as of right now."
"M-missing. What do you mean missing. Don't you guy have like a locator thingy that you can track him." I said. I think this is worse than when I found out that he was "dead".
"Yes we do that's what we are trying to do. Don't worry we should have him back within a week or two." One of the officers said. I nodded and tried to calm down. I was the only one freaking about this and I didn't know why. I was probably the only one that cared. I was so close to my dad. Closer than my mom was in my opinion.
"Thank you gentleman" my mom said. She walked over to me and started rubbing my back.
"Everything is going to be alright sweetie. I promise. Isn't it good news that he isn't dead though. And look on the bright side, you might get to see him within a week or two. Isn't that great?"
"Yeah, I guess." I said, "I think I'm going to go lie down. My head kinda hurts." I got up and started but then was stopped by my mom. Again.
"Aren't you going to explain what the hell happened to your head." She said. I smiled sheepishly and sighed.
"Funny story. After Logan and I left the studio, we got home and Loan went to take a shower. I went to get a glass of water but I dropped it and it shattered and a piece hit me in the head. Now can I go to my room?" I asked.
"Yeah sure" I walked back to my room and lied down. I tried to fall asleep but every time I closed my eyes I saw images in my head of my dad. After a couple of minutes, I gave up on the whole sleeping thing. I sat up and let the tears that I've been holding back for a while now.
I sat there silently crying. I really wanted to see my dad again. What kind of person would enjoy telling a kid that their father was dead. It was just messed up. I have been stressing over everything this past month. I have been sick, I was even in the hospital for stitches. It was driving me crazy.
There was a knock on the door and I turned around. My mom was standing there.
"Hey sweetheart, how you doing?" She asked with a small smile.
"I'm doing OK." I said. She came in and sat down next to me on my bed. She put her arm around my shoulder. I rested my head on her shoulders and started crying again.
"Oh sweetie. Just think. Daddy will be home in about a week or so. You can hang out like old times again." She suggested. But I still had my doubts.
"What if he is like seriously injured though. I know he isn't dead but what if he has brain damage or what if he is in a wheelchair. What if. What if…." I couldn't bring myself to say anything. It would hurt to much if I jinxed it.
"What if he what?" My mom asked.
"What if he doesn't remember me, mom. What if he remembers everyone else but me. I mean most people who can't remember anything don't remember anything too far back. They only remember some things that were recent. He won't remember me if that happens." More tears fell out of my eyes as I said that. I couldn't even imagine if my dad didn't remember me.
"Kendall, that's not going to happen. And if it does, then we will do anything until he remembers everything." I nodded my head in her shoulder.
"I'm going to go start dinner. Call me if you need anything." She said as she got up to leave. She closed the door on her way out. I just needed everything to get back to normal. That was my last thought before sleep took over me.
Hey guys sorry it was short but I just got some really bad news. My social studies teacher just died of a heart attack so I have to wrap this up. He was the best teacher ever. He always made jokes and was so sarcastic. I never liked social studies but he made it really fun. He was a new England patriots fan and whenever they won he would always wear a patriots tie. All his seventh grade students will miss him. We love you Mr. OB. (we called him that for short)
On a happier note how did you guys like it. I know it wasn't the best but still. Review.