I walked into the library. Ms. Neely had dropped me off, and then went to where it was she was going. I was on my own from here. God, I'm stupid. But, oh well. Better do what you came here to do. I walked up to the counter, where the floozy looking librarian was reading. I rested my elbows on the counter. She raised her eyes and just looked at me. "Can I help you?" She asked, some what snottily. "I'd like to see everything you have on Jimmy Doolittle's Raid on Tokyo in 1942." She didn't budge. "I didn't think anyone in today's society cared about that raid." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well. I do, and I want to see some information on it today, please." She grunted and stood up, walking over to a bookshelf.
I sat myself down at a table, ready to take on whatever she brought me. She then placed 2 books and a newspaper infront of me. "You wouldn't happen to have any newspapers from Shelbyville, would you?" She rolled her eyes and walked over to a newspaper spinner. Grabbing the paper, she walked back over to where I was seated and placed it infront of me. "You got lucky. Anything else?" I shook my head. "No, thank you." "Yeah." She said, walking back to her counter. I shook my head and sighed, focusing on what she brought me. This was going to take a while.
2 books, 2 newspapers, and 6 hours later, I had accomplished my mission. Daniel was 23 when his plane crashed, and he was later shot by a Japanese soldier. He died, obviously. It didn't say anything to his personal effects, but the Shelbyville paper had stated that he had lived with my father and grandfather for 6 years after his father died, until he and my father enlisted in the Military. I guess I'd have to brave it and ask my parents anything else I wanted to know. Sighing, I closed the books and gathered my bag. I then just walked out onto the street. It was 10 PM. Let me tell you, down town Nashville is creepy at night. Bars, drunks, more bars, more drunks. Why the hell did I leave? I am so stupid. Shit. I looked up at the clouds, the rain starting to pour down on my face. Down town Nashville at night, it's raining, and I have no place to go. God, help me.
I finally just gave up and sat down next to a brick building. I had too many drunk, old men throwing themselves at me. I was soaked. I was cold. I wanted to go home. Oh shit, a car's stopping. Probably some old man wanted a one night stand. I looked closer, as the driver rolled his window down. As if all of my prayers had been answered, I was going home. It was Danny.
The first part of the ride was quiet. But, there was plenty of time to talk. The drive would be many hours. I finally spoke. "So, why'd you do it?" He shrugged. "Because I was worried about you." I kept my eyes focused straight ahead. "How'd you know I'd be in Nashville?' He looked at me and smiled, almost as if he was amused. "Because your driver called the house and said she'd dropped you off at the library," My eyed widened. "Better be careful who you tell your name to, Becky." I sighed. "How'd you get a car past Daddy?" He laughed. "I'm going to get the shit kicked out of me when we get home." "You snuck out?" He laughed and nodded. I laughed, too. "Listen, Becky. I want you to know something," I looked at him. "I haven't always called Rafe Rafe, you know." "What do you mean?" He shrugged. "I used to call him Daddy." I almost laughed. "Why?" He looked at me. "Because they lied to me, too." "Yeah, but they did tell you." He nodded. "Yes, they did. But, I'm sure they would've waited alot longer had I not been as curious as I was," I didn't say anything. "Listen, Becky. Mama told me something about Rafe this morning. It's not so easy to say." I lowered my eyes. "What?" Danny sighed. "He's sick, Becky." I shut my eyes. "What do you mean by sick, Danny?" He gulped. "By sick, I mean.." I shook my head, and let my voice rise. "Mean what?!" He jumped. "Cancer, Becky. Your dad has cancer." I kept my eyes shut, letting what he had said register. He was lying. But why would he do that? Damn it all to hell. Why my father? Why him? He didn't deserve it. If anyone did, it was me. I was the snot in this nose. I forced my self to speak. "How long, Danny?" He sighed. "2 months. 3, at the most." I gripped the seat. This wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at ALL.
I walked up the wooden stairs as alowly as I could. My mother was glad to see me. I was surprised that she didn't condemn me or something. I hadn't seen my father yet. I didn't know how to face him. But, I guess I would have to. So, that's where I was going. Up to his room, where he was just looking out the window. Sighing, I pushed the door open. 'Daddy?" He turned around, not saying anything to me. I walked over to him, slowly. "Daddy, I'm sorry," I said. "I was acting stupid. I never should have done that." He nodded, turning back around to the window. "Damn right." I squeezed his shoulder. "Daddy, don't be mad, please." He lifted his arm and rubbed my hand. "Oh, honey. I'm not mad." "Promise?" He looked up at me and smiled. "Come here," He said, motioning for me to sit in his lap. I did. "I promise." I smiled. "What are you doing up here?" He sighed. "Watching him." I looked out the window, only to see my brother and my mother walking around on the field. "Sure you're not watching her?" I asked, trying to make a lame joke. He smiled. "You know, when people come up to me and say that he's just like his father, I get so jealous," I gave him a questioning look. "Not because of..that, but because I wish I could be as good of a man as Danny Walker was." I smiled. "But, you can't get jealous when they say that to you and they're talking 'bout me." He laughed a little. "Yeah, but honey, they never say that to me. They all think you're like your mother." I almost laughed. "What?" "No, no. It's ok. That's exactly what I wanted, for both of you." "Daddy, what are you--?" "I lived my life, and I got what I wanted. All I ever wanted was for him to turn out like his father, and you to turn out like your mother." I smiled. I loved my dad. Even if he did think I was like my mother, because I didn't think I was. Except when it came to over reacting. Hmm, oh well. "Daddy?" "Hmm?" "Are you scared?" He turned his head to look at me. "Of what, honey?" I looked down, then back up at him. "I know you're sick." He smiled weakly. "No, sweetie. I'm not scared." "Why not?" He sighed. "Because. I got you raised up, I got him raised up. Your mother will be ok, too. And, I'll get to see Danny again." I felt a tear slide down my cheek. "But what am I supposed to do without you?" He smiled his handsome smile at me. "Rebecca, you'll be ok. You're strong; like your mother," Good God. I WAS NOT LIKE HER!! Maybe I got so mad because I didn't want to be like her, I wanted to be like him. "And you know that I'll still be there with you, and Danny. And your mother. I always will. Hell, I might even have the older Danny come with me sometimes." I laughed a little and hugged him. "But we have a lot of time, right?" He smiled and nodded. "How ever much time you want, you got." I laughed and broke away from him. "Daddy, tell me about Danny." He sighed. "Everything?" I nodded. "Everything." He nodded. "Ok, then. I met him when I was about 4..."
A/N: I realize this chapter was kind of choppy and dumb, but I'm in a rush. If I ever find time, I'll revise it. this isn't the end, and Rafe isn't jsut going to die...lol. he'll still be around for a while. and though it sounds kind of stupid, it's neccesary that he die in this fic. you'll get why in later chapters...bye!
I sat myself down at a table, ready to take on whatever she brought me. She then placed 2 books and a newspaper infront of me. "You wouldn't happen to have any newspapers from Shelbyville, would you?" She rolled her eyes and walked over to a newspaper spinner. Grabbing the paper, she walked back over to where I was seated and placed it infront of me. "You got lucky. Anything else?" I shook my head. "No, thank you." "Yeah." She said, walking back to her counter. I shook my head and sighed, focusing on what she brought me. This was going to take a while.
2 books, 2 newspapers, and 6 hours later, I had accomplished my mission. Daniel was 23 when his plane crashed, and he was later shot by a Japanese soldier. He died, obviously. It didn't say anything to his personal effects, but the Shelbyville paper had stated that he had lived with my father and grandfather for 6 years after his father died, until he and my father enlisted in the Military. I guess I'd have to brave it and ask my parents anything else I wanted to know. Sighing, I closed the books and gathered my bag. I then just walked out onto the street. It was 10 PM. Let me tell you, down town Nashville is creepy at night. Bars, drunks, more bars, more drunks. Why the hell did I leave? I am so stupid. Shit. I looked up at the clouds, the rain starting to pour down on my face. Down town Nashville at night, it's raining, and I have no place to go. God, help me.
I finally just gave up and sat down next to a brick building. I had too many drunk, old men throwing themselves at me. I was soaked. I was cold. I wanted to go home. Oh shit, a car's stopping. Probably some old man wanted a one night stand. I looked closer, as the driver rolled his window down. As if all of my prayers had been answered, I was going home. It was Danny.
The first part of the ride was quiet. But, there was plenty of time to talk. The drive would be many hours. I finally spoke. "So, why'd you do it?" He shrugged. "Because I was worried about you." I kept my eyes focused straight ahead. "How'd you know I'd be in Nashville?' He looked at me and smiled, almost as if he was amused. "Because your driver called the house and said she'd dropped you off at the library," My eyed widened. "Better be careful who you tell your name to, Becky." I sighed. "How'd you get a car past Daddy?" He laughed. "I'm going to get the shit kicked out of me when we get home." "You snuck out?" He laughed and nodded. I laughed, too. "Listen, Becky. I want you to know something," I looked at him. "I haven't always called Rafe Rafe, you know." "What do you mean?" He shrugged. "I used to call him Daddy." I almost laughed. "Why?" He looked at me. "Because they lied to me, too." "Yeah, but they did tell you." He nodded. "Yes, they did. But, I'm sure they would've waited alot longer had I not been as curious as I was," I didn't say anything. "Listen, Becky. Mama told me something about Rafe this morning. It's not so easy to say." I lowered my eyes. "What?" Danny sighed. "He's sick, Becky." I shut my eyes. "What do you mean by sick, Danny?" He gulped. "By sick, I mean.." I shook my head, and let my voice rise. "Mean what?!" He jumped. "Cancer, Becky. Your dad has cancer." I kept my eyes shut, letting what he had said register. He was lying. But why would he do that? Damn it all to hell. Why my father? Why him? He didn't deserve it. If anyone did, it was me. I was the snot in this nose. I forced my self to speak. "How long, Danny?" He sighed. "2 months. 3, at the most." I gripped the seat. This wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at ALL.
I walked up the wooden stairs as alowly as I could. My mother was glad to see me. I was surprised that she didn't condemn me or something. I hadn't seen my father yet. I didn't know how to face him. But, I guess I would have to. So, that's where I was going. Up to his room, where he was just looking out the window. Sighing, I pushed the door open. 'Daddy?" He turned around, not saying anything to me. I walked over to him, slowly. "Daddy, I'm sorry," I said. "I was acting stupid. I never should have done that." He nodded, turning back around to the window. "Damn right." I squeezed his shoulder. "Daddy, don't be mad, please." He lifted his arm and rubbed my hand. "Oh, honey. I'm not mad." "Promise?" He looked up at me and smiled. "Come here," He said, motioning for me to sit in his lap. I did. "I promise." I smiled. "What are you doing up here?" He sighed. "Watching him." I looked out the window, only to see my brother and my mother walking around on the field. "Sure you're not watching her?" I asked, trying to make a lame joke. He smiled. "You know, when people come up to me and say that he's just like his father, I get so jealous," I gave him a questioning look. "Not because of..that, but because I wish I could be as good of a man as Danny Walker was." I smiled. "But, you can't get jealous when they say that to you and they're talking 'bout me." He laughed a little. "Yeah, but honey, they never say that to me. They all think you're like your mother." I almost laughed. "What?" "No, no. It's ok. That's exactly what I wanted, for both of you." "Daddy, what are you--?" "I lived my life, and I got what I wanted. All I ever wanted was for him to turn out like his father, and you to turn out like your mother." I smiled. I loved my dad. Even if he did think I was like my mother, because I didn't think I was. Except when it came to over reacting. Hmm, oh well. "Daddy?" "Hmm?" "Are you scared?" He turned his head to look at me. "Of what, honey?" I looked down, then back up at him. "I know you're sick." He smiled weakly. "No, sweetie. I'm not scared." "Why not?" He sighed. "Because. I got you raised up, I got him raised up. Your mother will be ok, too. And, I'll get to see Danny again." I felt a tear slide down my cheek. "But what am I supposed to do without you?" He smiled his handsome smile at me. "Rebecca, you'll be ok. You're strong; like your mother," Good God. I WAS NOT LIKE HER!! Maybe I got so mad because I didn't want to be like her, I wanted to be like him. "And you know that I'll still be there with you, and Danny. And your mother. I always will. Hell, I might even have the older Danny come with me sometimes." I laughed a little and hugged him. "But we have a lot of time, right?" He smiled and nodded. "How ever much time you want, you got." I laughed and broke away from him. "Daddy, tell me about Danny." He sighed. "Everything?" I nodded. "Everything." He nodded. "Ok, then. I met him when I was about 4..."
A/N: I realize this chapter was kind of choppy and dumb, but I'm in a rush. If I ever find time, I'll revise it. this isn't the end, and Rafe isn't jsut going to die...lol. he'll still be around for a while. and though it sounds kind of stupid, it's neccesary that he die in this fic. you'll get why in later chapters...bye!