Title: For Mogans Sake
Author: Fyre
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: Boscosbabe55@bellsouth.net
AIM: ToriBoscorelli
Spoilers: Bosco has a daughter
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero and NBC. Those lucky bastards. I'm only renting them for a while, I plan to be kind a rewind
when I return them.
A/N: I wrote this fic out of boredom the other night. My internet wasn't letting me on so while I waited I started this fic, I really have no set plot for it.
Bosco's POV
Takin' a deep breath, I finally speak. "F-faith.....it's.....uh it's me." I'm scared she's goin' to hang up on me.
"Bosco...what the hell do you want?" She said a bitterly.
Guess I had it comin' right? But I'm goin' to give a shot anyways. "Faith...." I sayin' fightin' back tears all that I can, hopin' she doesn't catch on. "Please don' hang up."
She groans. "Why the hell are you callin' my house Bosco. You're lucky Fred ain't at home right now." She hisses at me.
"Faith.....I need...." I hate askin' her knowin' what happened the last time I asked her, but she's a mother. A mother of a teenage daughter, who better to ask right?
She groans at me again.
"I need your help with somethin'. I don' know how to do this."
"Bosco I'm hangin' up now." She tells me.
"Please no." I beg her. "Look she's....I love her Faith an' I'm scared that I can't do this."
"If you don't explain to me what the hell it is you are talkin' about Bosco, I'm goin' to hang up."
"Faith I have a daughter." There I said it.
There was a long pregnant pause at her end before she finally spoke. "You what?"
"13 years ago, I had a girl friend, Heather. She an' I...we hadda, we hadda daughter. Okay. She took her to Missouri an' until today, I had never seen her. Morgan, she's my daughter she's so beautiful Faith....really she is. You should see her." I stop, not sure if I should go on. Not knowing if Faith cares or not. "She an' her mother moved here a few months ago an' today they were in an accident."
Silence at her end, I know she's still there 'cause I can hear her breathin'.
"Her mother died an' now Morgan she's here with me. I'm scared Faith....an' that's not all."
"Bos...." she finally speaks
"Her step father....her step father....he.....he, Faith....he molested her." I felt tears run down my cheeks. "I don' know what to do....she's thinks that I don' love her....I do, I do." The tears keep fallin' "I love her so much." I'm sobbin' now, I'm scared of rejection from both my daughter an' Faith. I'm guessin' at any moment, I'm goin' to hear a dial tone comin' from her end. Last time I asked her for help she got shot an' ended up in a wheelchair for some time.
She's outta the wheelchair now, but she's still not 100% better, an' it's all 'cause of me. I often do that; I hurt the ones I love an' care the most 'bout, an' now I'm scared I'm goin' to hurt Morgan.
"God....Bosco...I'm sorry. How's she doin'? How bad was she hurt?" Faith asks me, the anger that was in her voice now gone, and replaced with compassion, the compassion that made me fall for her.
"She has a broken arm, but that's nothin' compared to everythin' she's been through. I'm scared Faith, I never done this before....I wouldn't have called ya but I didn't know who else to call, I mean you gotta daughter, you got Emily." I'm still shocked that Faith hasn't hung up on me after all she did tell me to go away. "Look I'll let ya go, I'm the last person that should ever ask you for help...sorry I bothered you."
"Bosco wait!" She yells into the receiver as I'm 'bout to hang up. "No don't."
"You sure?" I ask hesitantly.
"Yes." Her voice is calm an' collective. Unlike myself. "Where is she now?"
"Sleepin'. She's been through a lot today, poor girl was tired. I'm sleepin' on the couch for tonight. Tomorrow I'll fix up the back bedroom for her."
"Her step-dad where is he now?"
"Missouri I'm guessin', I mean up until two months ago, that's where Morgan an' her mother lived." Least I'm hopin' that's where he is. Far away from my daughter as possible, for as long as possible I want him nowhere near her.
"What else has she told you about him Bos?" She questions me.
"Jus' that jag-off hurt her an' her mother. She....she doesn't wanna seem to go into details an'. Well I'm no good at bein' a father an' I can't seem to get her to talk." There we go I said it. I jus' admitted to father I was a horrible father, which I was. So bad in fact Morgan thinks I don' love her. I start sobbin' again. "You were right, I am useless....so useless in fact I can't even be a father to my own daughter. Maybe I should talk to social services, an' see 'bout gettin' her placed in a foster home, far away from me as possible. I'm only goin' to hurt her."
"Bosco!" I hear her voice tense up. "No that's not true, give yourself time. You'll be a -great- father. I know you will." She tells me matter-of-factly.
It means a lot comin' from her.....a helluva a lot.
"You're not useless Bosco, if you were you wouldn't be callin' me asking me for my help. You're asking me 'cause you care 'bout her an' you wanna do everythin' right."
"Faith I don' know....I don' what if I'm like him?"
"Like who Bosco?" She asks me.
"Like my old man."
She's silent. "That will never happen Bosco. Never." She tells me.
"I don' know what I'm goin' to do?" I take a few minuets to gather my bearings. "Faith what am I goin' to do?"
"Just be there Bosco, be there for her an' when she's ready to talk jus' listen. Hear what she hasta say an' that will be better then anythin else you have ever done for her."
I'm silent. "I hope I can do that, I've never done nothin' like this before."
"Bosco, if there's anyone else that can do it I know you can. Don't sell yourself so short." She's silent. "I gotta go Fred should be home any minuet now. Call me tomorrow and lemme know how things are goin' Okay."
"Thanks Faith....an Faith...I miss you."
"I'll talk to you tomorrow Bosco." She says before hanging up.
I hang the phone up an' I feel like there's someone watchin' so I turn 'round an' there's Morgan, tears in her small scared eyes. "Morgan what are you doin' up?"
She looks at me, blinkin' her eyes. "I was....I wanted to give you a hug an' kiss g'night, 'cause ya didn't give me one." She stands there unsure of her boundaries, unsure of me. "Who's Faith?" She asks me.
"She a friend, a good friend. We really.....really haven't been talkin' much. It's a long story." I tell her.
"Oh." She lowers her head. "You know you're doin' a good job ya know. You really are. An' I know you love me, otherwise you would've never brought me here."
"Morgan, sweetie." I reach out for her. "Come here."
Slowly she walks to me as I embrace her into a hug. "I jus' really miss her, ya know. It's hard. She was my mom, she was my best friend, and she was always there. I miss her Dad, I really do. I loved her -so- much an' now she's gone." Morgan, she's sobbin' uncontrollably in my arms. Her small little body shakes. "I want her back, I do an' it's not goin' to happen. I wish....I wish I could join her dad."
I hold in my arms, to the best of my knowledge, tryin' my best like Faith said. Listenin' an' bein' there for her that's what I'm doin', I may not be father of the year, but it's a start. Like Faith said. "Shhhh I know Morgan baby, I know. I miss her too. I know." A rub circles on her back still doin' my best to comfort her. "I know you did baby, I know....I loved her too," I gently kiss the top of her forehead. "I know ya want her back an' if I could get her back I would." My head snaps up. "No...Morgan don' you say that. You hear me! Don' you -ever- say that. God I'd be heartbroken."
"But you jus' met me...well you know." She tells me.
"But I've thought of you everyday since the day you were born. While I may not have seen you everyday." I take her small hand an' place it on my heart. "You've always been here. You've always been in my heart an' no matter what happens, you always will be." I pull her into another hug, her chin rest on my shoulder as she cries. "Morgan Rose Boscorelli....I love you with all my heart."
She still sobbing, but tightens her hug around me a little more. It makes me smile, it makes me feel special. "I love you too Dad."
Now that.....that was music to my ears. "C'mon let's get ya back in bed. Okay Hun, you need your rest, you had a long day." I tell her takin' her small hand into mine an' leadin' her back to the bedroom once again. I help her up into the bed an' I tuck her tightly under the sheets. This time I go for it....I go for the kiss good night an' softly I kiss the top of her head. "Goodnight Hun."
"Dad!" She protests. "Don'.....don' go! Please stay. I'm scared." Her voice is shaky. "Jus' until I fall asleep would you?"
I smile; she wants me to keep her safe, she needs me to keep her safe. This is the -greatest- feelin' in the world. I lay myself in the bed next to her as she takes my hand, holdin' it tightly in hers. I softly rub her head before I kiss her on the cheek. She's already asleep, but I'll just sit her for a little longer an' watch her. You know jus' in case.
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Faiths POV
"F-faith.....it's.....uh it's me." I hear his voice I hear -Bosco's- voice.
I won't lie as soon as I heard Bosco's voice at the other end of that phone; I was goin' to hang up on him. The whole time I was thinkin' he has some nerve callin' me especially this late at night, but then I stopped. Somethin' in his voice stopped me. I don' quite know what it was but it stopped me an' I listened to him if only for a short while. But I'm still mad he called, even though I never meant for him to actually go away. I said it 'cause of Fred, 'cause Fred was there. However all that bein' said I was mad. "Bosco.... what the hell do you want?" I hissed anger surging through my veins.
"Faith." he calls out an' it sounds like he's cryin'. "Please...don' hang up." I think he is cryin' I'm wonderin' what so wrong that he's cryin' Bosco, he's not one to show emotion, he's not one to really -cry-. Could it be Rose? Or maybe it's somethin' else. Anyways I give him a chance, I wanna see where he's goin' with this.
Madder then hell I groan at Bosco. "Why the hell are you callin' my house Bosco. You're lucky Fred ain't at home right now." Which he is lucky 'cause if Fred was here this would be a total different phone call by now, that's for damn sure.
I hear Bosco whimper a little more, it's obvious something is really wrong. "Faith...I need...."
It better not be help Bosco, 'cause we know what happened the last time you asked me for help. That no good, worthless, Latino bitch shot me. I ended up in a wheelchair while she was free to do what ever she wanted.
So she's seen her fair shares of up's an' down's lately. Her sister died.... her fault, used her sister for a Meth bust. See that's Sergeant Cruz for you, she'll use whoever or whatever jus' her job done. Jus' to make it easier, that's how she works. She killed her sister an' turned my best friend an' partner into a criminal.
They say she's been through a lot, well too bad so sad. I don' feel sorry for that bitch what so ever. -She- was never in a wheelchair! -She- never went through the pain I've been going through. -She- has no idea of what it's like. So whatever it was that happened to her, too bad, maybe next time she'll think before she acts...maybe.
I'm still mad at Bosco for callin' an' unless he's goin' to get somewhere with this I'm goin' to hang up on his ass.
"I need your help with somethin'. I don' know how to do this."
I knew it! I jus' knew it. What does he want this time? It's gotta be somethin' good.... hell it better be somethin' worthwhile. I don' got all day either. "Bosco I'm hangin' up now." Okay so maybe I wasn't but hey if it gets the ball rolling with him, it works.
"Please no." He's begging me, an' somethin' 'bout the way Bosco is beggin' me tells me he's serious when he needs my help, somethin' isn't right. "Look she's....I love her Faith an' I'm scared that I can't do this."
He loves who? A girlfriend, this better not be girl trouble, an' why is he scared, what the hell is goin' on. I'm missin' somethin' here. Somethin' important. "If you don't explain to me what the hell it is you are talkin' about Bosco, I'm goin' to hang up."
I hear Bosco sob ever so quietly, I can tell he's tryin' to hide the fact he's cryin' from me. "Faith I have a daughter."
WHAT! EXCUSE ME! Did Bosco jus' say, what I think he said? Maurice Boscorelli has a daughter, where an' since when. How come this is the first I'm hearing of this? I'm speechless for a few minuets still trying to make sure I heard what I heard. "You what?"
"13 years ago, I had a girl friend, Heather. She an' I...we hadda, we hadda daughter. Okay. She took her to Missouri an until to day I never saw her again. Morgan, she's my daughter she's so beautiful Faith....really she is. You should see her." Bosco stops an' I can hear an sense the seriousness in his voice. I can hear the emotion in his voice as well. . "She an' her mother moved here a few months ago an' today they were in an accident."
Oh my God, what kind of accident. Did the girl die? Oh God Bosco. My heartaches for him, I know he must be hurtin' Now I haveta figure out what to say to him.
"Her mother died an' now Morgan she's here with me. I'm scared Faith....an' that's not all." He says totally on the verge of losing it all together.
WOW, the girl lost her mother an' is now with Bosco. Thank God she's okay, she's not dead. Bosco, he doesn't need that. I wonder if she looks like him? "Bos...."
It's like Bosco doesn't hear me finally speakin' 'cause he goes on an' as if the girls mother dyin' wasn't enough, it's 'bout to get worse. "Her step father.... her step father.... he...he, Faith.... he molested her." Now I know Bosco's cryin' he can't hide it anymore.
That poor girl, oh my God. That poor--poor girl. No one should haveta have that happen. I know Bosco an' I know he's gunna wanna kill this man. That's the last thing this girl needs. She lost her mother, she doesn't need her dad goin' to jail.
"I don' know what to do.... she's thinks that I don' love her.... I do, I do." The tears keep fallin' "I love her so much." His voice cracks with a hint of fear.
Why doesn't she think Bosco doesn't love her? Did he say somethin'? Was it 'cause he hasn't been around? I don' know Morgan, his daughter. But I know Bosco an' if he says he loves this girl.... then he means it. He doesn't say -love- unless he really means it.
He cries some more. "I love her so much."
I know he does an' I can picture him sittin in his living room tears fallin' down his cheeks, while he breaks down. I take a deep breath an' speak again. "God.... Bosco...I'm sorry. How's she doin'? How bad was she hurt?" I swallow hard excepting the worst, but hopin' for the best.
"She has a broken arm, but that's nothin' compared to everythin' she's been through. I'm scared Faith, I never done this before.... I wouldn't have called ya but I didn't know who else to call, I mean you gotta daughter, you got Emily." He's pleading for help. I'm glad he called me, I'm glad he's askin' for help with this. That he realizes as much as he may want to do this on his own, that he can't. She's been through a lot an' he can't help all by himself. He's goin' to haveta get this girl some counseling. Which he an' I will talk 'bout later. Let him an' her get over this hump first.
"Look I'll let ya go, I'm the last person that should ever ask you for help...sorry I bothered you."
I feel a lump in my throat. I should have never told him to go away. He kept me from goin' to jail. He took the fall for me an' instead of sayin' thank you. I told him to go away. I know sorry will never help, I know what I said hurt him, I know it did. So now I'm goin' to try an' make things up to him. It won't undo all the hurt, but it's a start. "Bosco wait!" I'm frantic, emotional as I speak, scared to hear a dial tone at the other end. Knowing if I do, I may -never- hear his voice again. I've gone far to long without hearin' his voice as it is. I missed it.... I missed him. I missed my best friend. "No don't." Please don't go Bosco.
Bosco; he's hesitant but he speaks. "You sure?"
"Yes." I tell him, I don' want him to hang up not when he needs me like this. He would never turn his back on me, so I'm not goin' to turn my back on him. "Where is she now?" I ask him.
"Sleepin'. She's been through a lot today, poor girl was tired. I'm sleepin' on the couch for tonight. Tomorrow I'll fix up the back bedroom for her." He tells me. I bet I bet she's been through a lot.
My next thoughts they go to where Morgan's Step dad might be, did he come to New York with them, what's his deal. Is anywhere near where he could hurt her? "Her step-dad where is he now?"
"Missouri I'm guessin', I mean up until two months ago, that's where Morgan an' her mother lived." He tells me, his voice relaxing jus' a little bit, not much, jus' a little. That's good if he's still in Missouri, he's far enough away from Morgan right now, hopefully. Where Bosco won't haveta worry about him hurtin' Morgan anymore. Morgan is in the safest place possible. I know that Bosco will do whatever it takes to see that no harm comes to that girl. He has an extremely over protective side.
"What else has she told you about him Bos?" I'm askin' 'cause I know a bastard like that has most likely done more to her an' I'm pretty sure he's forced sex on Morgan more then once. How a man could do that to his stepdaughter is beyond me.
"Jus' that jag-off hurt her an' her mother. She.... she doesn't wanna seem to go into details an'. Well I'm no good at bein' a father an' I can't seem to get her to talk." He tells me; again he's beginning to get all emotional again.
Jag-ff I bet that was Bosco's first words. "Jag-off" if I had a nickel for every time Bosco said the word jag-off, well then I'd have a lot of nickels an' wouldn't haveta work another day. Honestly though, I've missed that, I've missed hearin' Bosco say Jag-off.
His next few words break my heart, he's good at bein' a Father. Bosco would make a damn good father, he jus' needs to give himself a chance. That's all an' he'll see.
"You were right, I am useless.... so useless in fact I can't even be a father to my own daughter. Maybe I should talk to social services, an' see 'bout gettin' her placed in a foster home, far away from me as possible. I'm only goin' to hurt her."
Yea, I did call him useless, but I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it at all. I was jus' upset at proctor, I was scared for Fred, and I didn't realize how bad those words would affect him. It wasn't until -after- I said them, when I saw the hurt in his eyes that I really realized what I had said an' it was too late the damage was already done.
But Bosco, he's far from useless; he's always been there for me. No matter what he's done his best to be there for me. With all his might and all his strength, Bosco has been there for me.
Social Services isn't what his daughter needs. She needs her father, she needs family, and Morgan needs someone who honestly an' truly loves her. She needs Bosco.... her father. "Bosco!" I'm gettin' a little emotional myself, hearing how Bosco at the other end. "No that's not true, give yourself time. You'll be a -great- father. I know you will." An' I'm serious. He will, if anyone is made for the job its Bosco. He's got this side of him, I've seen it with Rose an' I saw it one day with this small boy who's mom died in a fire. He was really carin'. He had so much raw emotion, you could tell jus' how passionate he was 'bout it. Right now Bosco is havin' a moment of weakness an' he needs reassurin' he needs to have his head pulled out of his ass an' someone show him he can do this. "You're not useless Bosco, if you were you wouldn't be callin' me asking me for my help. You're asking me 'cause you care 'bout her an' you wanna do everythin' right." That someone hasta be me, but hey what are best friends for?
Bosco he's quiet for a moment then he speaks once again. "Faith I don' know.... I don' what if I'm like him?"
I'm guessin' Bosco either means Morgan's step-dad or his own asshole of a father.
Who when Bosco was younger, him an' his younger Mikey watched their father beat their mom 'round. Like a Tuesday night fight. I'm not sure who he means though so for safety's sake I ask. "Like who Bosco?"
"Like my old man..."
No Bosco he's nothin' like his old man. Bosco would never -ever- hurt or harm a hair on that girls body. I can't say what he would do to the person who does hurt her. That won't be a pretty sight. "That will never happen Bosco. Never." Trust me when I say it won't. Bosco he needs to listen to me an' trust me for once.
"I don' know what I'm goin' to do?"
Let her know you care Bosco, let Morgan know you won't leave her, let her know you won't hurt her either. Trust; build a bridge of trust and strength 'tween you two.
"Faith what am I goin' to do?"
Do what you do best Bosco.... care. "Just be there Bosco, be there for her an' when she's ready to talk jus' listen. Hear what she hasta say an' that will be better then anythin else you have ever done for her." That's what you do an' trust me it will mean more then anythin' to her.
"I hope I can do that, I've never done nothin' like this before."
I hear his words and my reply is simple an' it's the God's honest truth. "Bosco, if there's anyone else that can do it I know you can. Don't sell yourself so short." I meant what I told him too, I jus' hope he believes me. "I gotta go Fred should be home any minuet now. Call me tomorrow and lemme know how things are goin' Okay."
I didn't wanna really go, but if Fred found me on the phone with Bosco. He would shit a brick.
"Thanks Faith.... an Faith...I miss you." He tells me softly.
I miss you too Bosco, I miss more then any word can explain an' I love you Bosco. But I can't tell you that so for now this will haveta do. "I'll talk to you tomorrow Bosco." Then I hang up an' I pray.... I pray he calls me tomorrow.
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Morgan's POV
I don' know who this Faith person is an' I'm havin' a hard time hearin' my dad, but I can tell she's someone important to him. I listen the best I can. I know he's cryin' an' I feel bad. It's all 'cause of me. It's all 'cause my mom died an' I didn't he wouldn't be havin' these problems if I had died along with my mom.
Like I said I couldn't hear much but I heard one thing that was important. "Look she's.... I love her Faith an' I'm scared that I can't do this."
Oh Daddy, I love you too I do, I'm scared okay an' you can do this. Please dad don' give up on me. I don' wanna go back to Missouri an' I don' wanna be alone. Daddy I -need- you, I really do.
I listen some more I heard him tell this Faith person 'bout me. I didn't hear much an' I sure as hell didn't hear what she said. But him tellin' her made me think. So I quickly left where I was an' I went back into his bedroom. I went to his nightstand an' I opened it. Sure enough in this big photo album were pictures of me. All my school pictures I had ever taken. Under each picture he carefully printed the date, what grade I was in an' how old I was. He was right; he did keep them by his bedside. Also in the album was this small little bracelet, it had my name on it an a buncha other stuff. I guess it was from when my mom gave birth to me. He has that too. He really does have my pictures.
Not wanting to miss anythin' else he's sayin' I put the album away an' hurry back into the hallway, listenin' to him some more.
"You were right, I am useless.... so useless in fact I can't even be a father to my own daughter. Maybe I should talk to social services, an' see 'bout gettin' her placed in a foster home, far away from me as possible. I'm only goin' to hurt her." I think that's what I heard.
I can't believe someone called my dad useless. Most of all He doesn't think he can do this an' wants to give me to some strange family. I cross my fingers an' pray he doesn't. I wanna stay with him. He's my dad an' from the moment my mom tol' me 'bout him. I've wanted to meet him. I wanted my dad. Now that I know him an' he's here an' I'm here, I don' wanna lose him.
I quickly duck an' hide for a few second, unable to hear what he says, 'cause I don' want him to know I'm stand there. After I catch my breath an' realize he didn't see me I listen some more. "I hope I can do that, I've never done nothin' like this before." I hear him tell this Faith person.
You can do it dad I know you can. Please jus' whatever it is you do.... don'.... please don't give up on me.
"Thanks Faith.... an Faith...I miss you." Maybe she moved away or somethin?
He hung up the phone an' I was 'bout to bolt but it was too late. I was to busy cryin' feelin' hurt that my dad felt like this, to bolt.
"Morgan what are you doin' up?" My dad asked me.
I think 'bout the pictures in the nightstand an' I blink back tears. "I was.... I wanted to give you a hug an' kiss g'night, 'cause ya didn't give me one." Which I still didn't know why an' I'm not too sure of how he's goin' to react to this whole thin'. "Who's Faith?" Seriously who is this mystery woman?
"She a friend, a good friend. We really...really haven't been talkin' much. It's a long story."
Hmmmm that's odd, oh well. One day I'm sure he'll explain it to me. "Oh." I lower my head an' I'm thinkin' bout what he said. How he didn't think he could do this, how he didn't think he could be my dad. I hadda tell him he was wrong. "You know you're doin' a good job ya know. You really are. An' I know you love me, otherwise you would've never brought me here." Am I right? I mean if he didn't care, if he didn't love me he would've jus' left me alone in the hospital an' sent me back to Greg.
"Morgan, sweetie." He reaches out like he wants to hug me. "Come here." So I go to him, 'cause I really need a hug. Really I do.
Once he embraces me an' I know I'm safe I fall apart. "I jus' really miss her, ya know. It's hard. She was my mom, she was my best friend, and she was always there. I miss her Dad, I really do. I loved her -so- much an' now she's gone." I can't stop cryin' an' my whole body is shakin' in his arms. "I want her back, I do an' it's not goin' to happen. I wish.... I wish I could join her dad." I really do wish I could join her.
My dad he's holdin' me so tightly in his arms. "Shhhh I know Morgan baby, I know. I miss her too. I know." He's rubbin' these little circle in my back. He has no idea how comfortin' they are. "I know you did baby, I know.... I loved her too," He kisses the top of my forehead an' I sob some more, but it's okay my dad's here. "I know ya want her back an' if I could get her back I would." I know you would daddy I know you would. Suddenly his head snaps up. "No.Morgan don' you say that. You hear me! Don' you -ever- say that. God I'd be heartbroken."
He jus' met me today, but I guess he's known 'bout me all my life so. "But you jus' met me...well you know." I tell him softly.
"But I've thought of you everyday since the day you were born. While I may not have seen you everyday." he takes my hand an' he places it over his heart. . "You've always been here. You've always been in my heart an' no matter what happens, you always will be." He tells me pullin' me into another hug, letting my headrest on his shoulder. My tears dampening his shirt. "Morgan Rose Boscorelli.... I love you with all my heart." I like the sound of that.
I hug him tighter scared of lettin' go. "I love you too Dad." I do love him, I -really- do.
He takes my hand. "C'mon let's get ya back in bed. Okay Hun, you need your rest, you had a long day." Long day is a bit of an understatement.
He takes me to his room an' helps me on to the bed. Then he tucks me in as tight as he could. Kissin' me on the forehead. Yup my dad.... he finally kissed me good night. ."Goodnight Hun."
I know he's goin' to leave now an' I don' want him to. I'm scared I want him to stay. I'm also scared if I don' ask him to he'll leave me for good. I know stupid though but I'm still thinkin' it. "Dad!" I yell out to him in fear. "Don'...don' go! Please stay. I'm scared." I'm all nervous 'bout askin' him to stay, what if he says no? Maybe if I tell him only for a little he'll say yes. "Jus' until I fall asleep would you?" Please.... please don' say no dad.
He smiles at him, that's a good sign I know that much. He says nothin' to me as he lies down next to me, kissin' me ever so slightly. He holds on to my hand, which makes me feel even safer an' before you know it I'm a sleep.
It doesn't end there, 'cause when mornin' finally comes an' I wake up. I look over. an' there's my dad still there. He never felt, he stayed; he never left me at all. An' I won't argue with that.