Disclaimer: No I don't own Speed Racer. As a matter fact I don't really own
anything. That's the problem with only being 13. You don't have any money.
I don't even get an allowance. I save my extra lunch money when I need
cash. My parents buy me just about everything. It's very pathetic. Well on
with my new story.
Fifteen-year-old Tory walked slowly off her plane into the busy airport. Her long silver hair was pulled carefully back into a French braid. Her school uniform was still perfectly pressed after her long plane ride. The blue and red plaid pleated skirt swished around her knees. Her white dress shirt's sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. Her white knee-high socks were still pulled up. Her black oxfords were perfectly polished. The only thing that was unkempt was her tie that hung untied around her neck. Her head that she once held up proudly was facing the ground. Her face was the perfect expression of misery.
She looked up and scanned the crowd. Her eyes locked on a familiar face. "Uncle Joe!" she cried running towards a man who looked to be in his early sixties. The man opened his arms to her and pulled her close.
"It's good to have you home Miss Victoria," the older man told her. "Come now lady. Your father is waiting for you."
Tory nodded her head and Joe led her to the limo that was waiting outside of the airport. He opened the door for her and she climbed in. She sat quietly the whole ride with her ankles daintily crossed and her hands in her lap. Her crystal blue eyes stared out the tinted window vacantly.
As the limo pulled up to the mansion Tory threw the door open and ran inside, up the stairs, and into her father's room. She sank down next to his bed. Her tears poured down her rosy cheeks. She placed her hand in his. She felt him squeeze it gently.
"Daddy why didn't you tell me?" she choked out between sobs. "You know I would have come home to stay with you?"
"Tory I didn't want you to give up your life to stay here with me just to watch me die," he told her gently. "I wanted to spare you from this pain for as long as possible."
Tory sat with her father for the rest of the day. She knelt there holding his hand. At some point one of the household servants named George came in. He picked Tory up and set her in a chair. He also set a plate or food in front of her but Tory didn't notice it. Sometime late that night she drifted off to sleep.
Tory felt her father squeeze her hand. "Baby it's almost time for me to go," he told her gently.
"Daddy you can't leave me," she cried brokenly. "What will I do without you?"
"I love you Tory."
"I love you too Daddy," Tory sobbed. Her whole body shook as she tried to take a deep breath trying to calm down.
"Goodbye baby."
"Bye Daddy. I love you."
"I love you too baby. Goodbye sweetheart." Tory felt her father squeeze her hand and with that he died.
"No Daddy! NOOOOOO!" Tory screamed causing Joe to run into the room. "Don't die Daddy! Please! Don't leave me! Oh Uncle Joe he's gone!"
Joe took his late employer's daughter into his arms and let her sob into his shoulder. "He's really gone Uncle Joe. He's really gone."
Joe gently stroked her back and let her sob. "It's okay lady," he told her soothingly. "Everything is going to be just fine."
Fifteen-year-old Tory walked slowly off her plane into the busy airport. Her long silver hair was pulled carefully back into a French braid. Her school uniform was still perfectly pressed after her long plane ride. The blue and red plaid pleated skirt swished around her knees. Her white dress shirt's sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. Her white knee-high socks were still pulled up. Her black oxfords were perfectly polished. The only thing that was unkempt was her tie that hung untied around her neck. Her head that she once held up proudly was facing the ground. Her face was the perfect expression of misery.
She looked up and scanned the crowd. Her eyes locked on a familiar face. "Uncle Joe!" she cried running towards a man who looked to be in his early sixties. The man opened his arms to her and pulled her close.
"It's good to have you home Miss Victoria," the older man told her. "Come now lady. Your father is waiting for you."
Tory nodded her head and Joe led her to the limo that was waiting outside of the airport. He opened the door for her and she climbed in. She sat quietly the whole ride with her ankles daintily crossed and her hands in her lap. Her crystal blue eyes stared out the tinted window vacantly.
As the limo pulled up to the mansion Tory threw the door open and ran inside, up the stairs, and into her father's room. She sank down next to his bed. Her tears poured down her rosy cheeks. She placed her hand in his. She felt him squeeze it gently.
"Daddy why didn't you tell me?" she choked out between sobs. "You know I would have come home to stay with you?"
"Tory I didn't want you to give up your life to stay here with me just to watch me die," he told her gently. "I wanted to spare you from this pain for as long as possible."
Tory sat with her father for the rest of the day. She knelt there holding his hand. At some point one of the household servants named George came in. He picked Tory up and set her in a chair. He also set a plate or food in front of her but Tory didn't notice it. Sometime late that night she drifted off to sleep.
Tory felt her father squeeze her hand. "Baby it's almost time for me to go," he told her gently.
"Daddy you can't leave me," she cried brokenly. "What will I do without you?"
"I love you Tory."
"I love you too Daddy," Tory sobbed. Her whole body shook as she tried to take a deep breath trying to calm down.
"Goodbye baby."
"Bye Daddy. I love you."
"I love you too baby. Goodbye sweetheart." Tory felt her father squeeze her hand and with that he died.
"No Daddy! NOOOOOO!" Tory screamed causing Joe to run into the room. "Don't die Daddy! Please! Don't leave me! Oh Uncle Joe he's gone!"
Joe took his late employer's daughter into his arms and let her sob into his shoulder. "He's really gone Uncle Joe. He's really gone."
Joe gently stroked her back and let her sob. "It's okay lady," he told her soothingly. "Everything is going to be just fine."