Five Years Later

What was mother like? I always ask this question of my father and he never wants to answer my questions. I know her first name is Samantha.

All I know is that she a good women. My father Kestall wont answer my questions so I will find out the answers myself. My name is Bindi Rebecca Jacobs.

Being only six I cant go far but I do understand that my mother died in a peculiar setting, one that seems to pain father to mention.

Today after another long day at school I got on the school bus to come home. The bus driver told me it was my stop soon after I got on and when I got off the bus I gasped.

There, on the laun I say my father, laying flat out.
"Daddy?" I whispered as I walked slowly over to his body.

I looked into his face with tears running down my cheeks and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Daddy," I whispered again as I nuzzled into his neck for comfort.

My steady breathing tickled his neck and he rolled over.

"Hey sweets," he grinned and hugged me close

"Daddy!" I smiled back at him as he wiped the tears away from my face

"Why the tears ey sweets?" he whispered as he scooped me up to walk inside the house

"I...I...I thought you were...hurt," I whispered

"Nah!" smiled father "Just resting after trying to garden!"

"Oh," I smiled back at him as he carried me slowly inside the house

Once we were inside we curled up together on the sofa to watch some cartoons and when my family came on Father seemed to disappear.

He was sat beside me but when my family came on he walked out of the room.

Suddenly I heard a paining groan from the kitchen so I ran into it. I saw him, my father, slumped over in pain.

The moment I walked in the glass which he'd been drinking from shattered in his hands. Blood ran over his fingers and that was when he fell to the floor, making the remaining glass shatter.

"DADDY!" I ran over to him and slowly took his other hand. "DADDY!"

He groaned and opened his eyes a fraction.

"Bindi?" he whispered

"I'm here Daddy," I whispered, the tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Bindi...This...It's my guilty conscience...I should have told you long ago," whispered Father

"Told me what?" I whispered

"About...her," he replied

I didn't know what he meant so I just ignore it.

"Don't worry Daddy...I'm going to get you help," I whispered

"No...I'm fine," he replied as he tried to get up

Father slipped a few times but he managed it eventually. I held onto him tightly to help support him and soon he had wobbled into the room.

"Bindi...Do you know...the cupboard...under our stairs?" he whispered

I nodded thoughtfully, wanting to know what it was that was there.

"Go and open it," Father whispered as he gave me the key.