Title: Promise
Author: RuBis
E-mail: buffy_flower@hotmail.com
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Amy, Matt, Jeff, Shane, Shannon or any of the characthers in the story.
Distribution: Ask first
A/N: Anonymuse, by the way, it's so easy to post flames to annoy the author without names... so if you have something to tell me, please do it in front of me !!!!
Sorry for the other readers... But I got to do that.
And this chapter is the longer of the story. :o)
{ Chapter 21 }
Shane had tried to catch me up. But I had sown it. I didn't know where I went. All of which I thought was to flee. Far. Further possible.
I was out of breath. I wanted to continue. Still further. But I couldn't. I subsided in grass close to the pavement, and I cried. It was too much. After having cried a certain time (I had lost the notion of time) I stopped. If only...
If only my father hadn't passed away.... If only I hadn't moved here. If only I hadn't fallen in love. If only I wouldn't have had this nomadic childhood...
Why had it been necessary that my father dies? Why he had alcohol problems? Why he had been on the road, drunk? Images, wounding returned to me to the memory...
~~ FLASHBACK ~~
- Amy? known as my father while knocking with the door of my room. "Come", have I says.
- It's necessary that I talk to you known as he said.
- I listen , say I with a large smile.
- Amy, I want to tell you that... I love you.
He had a nervous look when he huged me. "I love you too."
- And.... take care of your life. Take the good person for you, ok? ... At it says.
- Yes, but why.... I started.
- I love you, Amy, has it says in the last, while leaving my room and while go down stairs.I tried to follow him. But he went to the door, and took his coat. "Where you go?".
- Goodbye, he has says by closing the door, leaving me here. They were his last words. Because he died in a car accident, during the night. He was drunk, and had committed suicide not knowing how us to acknowledge that he was alcoholic and that he had a cancer because of that.
~~ END OF THE FLASHBACK ~~
All these images, these memories.... it's there that I realized that I was upset with him. To not have tell me what it occurred. To have left, leaving me confused. To have upset my life.
Then, I was mad at me... for not have seen it, or at least to not doubted it. And I was mad at my mother, who had almost made as if she had been the only one with who have been sad.
A mixture of anger and sadness invades me. I started to give blows on a wall close to me. Then, exhausted, with a large noise, I sat down, the hidden head, the back against the wall which I had just struck.
I heard a car roll. I didn't pay attention there, until I heared a someone opening the door.
- Amy Dumas? I raised the head; it was the police force. I didn't have the choice:
- Yes....
- Follow me. You are sought, said the police woman. I followed her in the car... I didn't have anything better to do, anyway. During the way, she tried once to say something. Indicator that I barely answered, she didn't insist. Finally somebody who had understood me without problems... All along the way, she didn't add anything. Just: "I know what you live. I made the same thing at your age." I believed it. It had the sincere air, not one of these people who make seem of knowing through what you pass. "Thank you." I have says.
- Do you want to talk about it?
Strangely, I have answered to her yes. I told her everything. It's astonishing as it's easy to trust a foreigner sometimes. She didn't try to tell me what to do. She just tell me, at the end:
- I'll not say you to reconcile or anything. Just an adive: solve all as soon as you are ready. Not front.
That's all... We made the way in silence.
REVIEW PLEASE!
Author: RuBis
E-mail: buffy_flower@hotmail.com
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Amy, Matt, Jeff, Shane, Shannon or any of the characthers in the story.
Distribution: Ask first
A/N: Anonymuse, by the way, it's so easy to post flames to annoy the author without names... so if you have something to tell me, please do it in front of me !!!!
Sorry for the other readers... But I got to do that.
And this chapter is the longer of the story. :o)
{ Chapter 21 }
Shane had tried to catch me up. But I had sown it. I didn't know where I went. All of which I thought was to flee. Far. Further possible.
I was out of breath. I wanted to continue. Still further. But I couldn't. I subsided in grass close to the pavement, and I cried. It was too much. After having cried a certain time (I had lost the notion of time) I stopped. If only...
If only my father hadn't passed away.... If only I hadn't moved here. If only I hadn't fallen in love. If only I wouldn't have had this nomadic childhood...
Why had it been necessary that my father dies? Why he had alcohol problems? Why he had been on the road, drunk? Images, wounding returned to me to the memory...
~~ FLASHBACK ~~
- Amy? known as my father while knocking with the door of my room. "Come", have I says.
- It's necessary that I talk to you known as he said.
- I listen , say I with a large smile.
- Amy, I want to tell you that... I love you.
He had a nervous look when he huged me. "I love you too."
- And.... take care of your life. Take the good person for you, ok? ... At it says.
- Yes, but why.... I started.
- I love you, Amy, has it says in the last, while leaving my room and while go down stairs.I tried to follow him. But he went to the door, and took his coat. "Where you go?".
- Goodbye, he has says by closing the door, leaving me here. They were his last words. Because he died in a car accident, during the night. He was drunk, and had committed suicide not knowing how us to acknowledge that he was alcoholic and that he had a cancer because of that.
~~ END OF THE FLASHBACK ~~
All these images, these memories.... it's there that I realized that I was upset with him. To not have tell me what it occurred. To have left, leaving me confused. To have upset my life.
Then, I was mad at me... for not have seen it, or at least to not doubted it. And I was mad at my mother, who had almost made as if she had been the only one with who have been sad.
A mixture of anger and sadness invades me. I started to give blows on a wall close to me. Then, exhausted, with a large noise, I sat down, the hidden head, the back against the wall which I had just struck.
I heard a car roll. I didn't pay attention there, until I heared a someone opening the door.
- Amy Dumas? I raised the head; it was the police force. I didn't have the choice:
- Yes....
- Follow me. You are sought, said the police woman. I followed her in the car... I didn't have anything better to do, anyway. During the way, she tried once to say something. Indicator that I barely answered, she didn't insist. Finally somebody who had understood me without problems... All along the way, she didn't add anything. Just: "I know what you live. I made the same thing at your age." I believed it. It had the sincere air, not one of these people who make seem of knowing through what you pass. "Thank you." I have says.
- Do you want to talk about it?
Strangely, I have answered to her yes. I told her everything. It's astonishing as it's easy to trust a foreigner sometimes. She didn't try to tell me what to do. She just tell me, at the end:
- I'll not say you to reconcile or anything. Just an adive: solve all as soon as you are ready. Not front.
That's all... We made the way in silence.
REVIEW PLEASE!