Father of mine part seven
(Not much later that same morning. Daisy has finished her kitchen duty and has gone back to the dorm. She's been thinking about her father and what everyone has said to her about it.)
Daisy enters the girl's dorm. She calls hello, but no one answers. She walks around and makes sure no one is there though. She then walks over to her closet. She pushes her cloths to the side and pulls out a black leather bound book. She walks to her bed and sits down. She opens the book. It is a photo album. There are pictures of her and her mom and her and her dad and the three of them.
Daisy looks at the little girl in the picture face. "Was I ever really that happy?" She asks herself. She turns the pages, looking at each of the pictures and remembering. She then comes to the last picture in the album. It was taken at her thirteenth birthday party.
Daisy smiled at the memory. Her family and friends had all come for the party. Her dad had even hired a professional photographer. For once her parents hadn't gotten drunk. Or at least not during the party. The photographer had asked to get a picture of the birthday girl and her family. They'd all lined up for the shot. And just when he was about to snap it, her father had cut him off. He told the photographer to wait. Then he'd reached into his suit jacket pocket and produced a velvet box. He'd handed it to her. She opened it and on the inside had been a silver locket on a silver chain. She remembered her reaction perfectly. She'd hugged her father hard and then her mother. Then he'd put the necklace on her and they had the picture taken. Later that year, Daisy had had the picture sized and put it in the locket, but then when things at home had gotten bad, she'd shoved the locket away somewhere, wanting nothing to do with him or anything from him.
Daisy wiped the tears from her eyes. "We used to be happy." She said softly. She looked at the picture again and then began to cry harder thinking about everything that had happened. She pulled the album up to her chest and curled into a ball on her bed and cried.
(Awhile later in the lodge. The cliffhangers are still there. Scott and Shelby have returned.)
"You guys seen Daisy?" Peter asked walking into the lodge. The cliffhangers looked up.
"I haven't seen her since this morning since she was on kitchens." Shelby says, then becomes worried. "Why?"
"I just wanted to talk to her." Peter said. Shelby accepted this as an answer. The others told Peter that they hadn't seen her either.
"Have you tried the dorm, yet?" Julliette asked. "She could be there."
'No, but I'm headed there now." With that Peter turned and headed out of the lodge.
(Girls dorm, moments later.)
Peter steps in and knocks. "Daisy, Daisy are you in here?" He calls. There was no answer. He steps around the corner and sees Daisy asleep on her bed, holding a black leather book. "Daisy." He says softly, leaning over and putting a hand on her shoulder to wake her up. Daisy jumps and Peter steps back. The album falls to the floor. "Didn't mean to scare you." He says.
"Um, not a problem." Daisy says. She follows Peter's eyes. He is looking at the floor, to where some of the pictures have fallen out of the album. Daisy quickly leans over and picks up the pictures and the album.
"Let me help." Peter says, bending down to help.
"No, I've got it." Daisy says, grabbing the pictures and shoving them back into the album. She then walks over to her closet and puts it back in its place. "So why are you here?" She asks, turning back to Peter.
"I came to talk." He says and sits down on the edge of her bed. "Your father is coming back tonight. If you want him to, that is."
Daisy looks down at her hands. "Peter, I'm not sure..." She stops talking.
"Your not sure about what?" Peter asks.
Daisy goes over and sits on the bed next to hers. "I know I'm not ready to forgive him yet. I'm not sure we can ever really have a relationship." She pauses. " So much has happened. My mom is dead. That won't change. My mother and father were both alcoholics, who verbally abused me for most of my life. But every now and then," She said remembering the pictures in the album, "Every now and then, we were almost a family. We were actually happy and we might have even loved each other at points. But most of the time we were unhappy. My father was a mean drunk. And because of him, I'm an angry person. I hid behind Goth make up for years because of my mother and I was angry because of my father and I don't know what I have because of me." She takes a deep breath. "I'm not sure if seeing him will change anything. I'm not sure he remembers what it was like to be a family. I still have to remind myself of what it was like." She looks up at Peter, who has been listening intently to what she has said.
"Daisy, it's possible that giving your father a chance will turn out badly, but maybe it won't and maybe it will answer some of your questions. Maybe he does remember, maybe that's why he's here." Peter said. Daisy thought for a moment.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to just talk to him." Daisy said. Peter smiled.
"Your doing the right thing."
(Not much later that same morning. Daisy has finished her kitchen duty and has gone back to the dorm. She's been thinking about her father and what everyone has said to her about it.)
Daisy enters the girl's dorm. She calls hello, but no one answers. She walks around and makes sure no one is there though. She then walks over to her closet. She pushes her cloths to the side and pulls out a black leather bound book. She walks to her bed and sits down. She opens the book. It is a photo album. There are pictures of her and her mom and her and her dad and the three of them.
Daisy looks at the little girl in the picture face. "Was I ever really that happy?" She asks herself. She turns the pages, looking at each of the pictures and remembering. She then comes to the last picture in the album. It was taken at her thirteenth birthday party.
Daisy smiled at the memory. Her family and friends had all come for the party. Her dad had even hired a professional photographer. For once her parents hadn't gotten drunk. Or at least not during the party. The photographer had asked to get a picture of the birthday girl and her family. They'd all lined up for the shot. And just when he was about to snap it, her father had cut him off. He told the photographer to wait. Then he'd reached into his suit jacket pocket and produced a velvet box. He'd handed it to her. She opened it and on the inside had been a silver locket on a silver chain. She remembered her reaction perfectly. She'd hugged her father hard and then her mother. Then he'd put the necklace on her and they had the picture taken. Later that year, Daisy had had the picture sized and put it in the locket, but then when things at home had gotten bad, she'd shoved the locket away somewhere, wanting nothing to do with him or anything from him.
Daisy wiped the tears from her eyes. "We used to be happy." She said softly. She looked at the picture again and then began to cry harder thinking about everything that had happened. She pulled the album up to her chest and curled into a ball on her bed and cried.
(Awhile later in the lodge. The cliffhangers are still there. Scott and Shelby have returned.)
"You guys seen Daisy?" Peter asked walking into the lodge. The cliffhangers looked up.
"I haven't seen her since this morning since she was on kitchens." Shelby says, then becomes worried. "Why?"
"I just wanted to talk to her." Peter said. Shelby accepted this as an answer. The others told Peter that they hadn't seen her either.
"Have you tried the dorm, yet?" Julliette asked. "She could be there."
'No, but I'm headed there now." With that Peter turned and headed out of the lodge.
(Girls dorm, moments later.)
Peter steps in and knocks. "Daisy, Daisy are you in here?" He calls. There was no answer. He steps around the corner and sees Daisy asleep on her bed, holding a black leather book. "Daisy." He says softly, leaning over and putting a hand on her shoulder to wake her up. Daisy jumps and Peter steps back. The album falls to the floor. "Didn't mean to scare you." He says.
"Um, not a problem." Daisy says. She follows Peter's eyes. He is looking at the floor, to where some of the pictures have fallen out of the album. Daisy quickly leans over and picks up the pictures and the album.
"Let me help." Peter says, bending down to help.
"No, I've got it." Daisy says, grabbing the pictures and shoving them back into the album. She then walks over to her closet and puts it back in its place. "So why are you here?" She asks, turning back to Peter.
"I came to talk." He says and sits down on the edge of her bed. "Your father is coming back tonight. If you want him to, that is."
Daisy looks down at her hands. "Peter, I'm not sure..." She stops talking.
"Your not sure about what?" Peter asks.
Daisy goes over and sits on the bed next to hers. "I know I'm not ready to forgive him yet. I'm not sure we can ever really have a relationship." She pauses. " So much has happened. My mom is dead. That won't change. My mother and father were both alcoholics, who verbally abused me for most of my life. But every now and then," She said remembering the pictures in the album, "Every now and then, we were almost a family. We were actually happy and we might have even loved each other at points. But most of the time we were unhappy. My father was a mean drunk. And because of him, I'm an angry person. I hid behind Goth make up for years because of my mother and I was angry because of my father and I don't know what I have because of me." She takes a deep breath. "I'm not sure if seeing him will change anything. I'm not sure he remembers what it was like to be a family. I still have to remind myself of what it was like." She looks up at Peter, who has been listening intently to what she has said.
"Daisy, it's possible that giving your father a chance will turn out badly, but maybe it won't and maybe it will answer some of your questions. Maybe he does remember, maybe that's why he's here." Peter said. Daisy thought for a moment.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to just talk to him." Daisy said. Peter smiled.
"Your doing the right thing."
