Confessions of a broken heart

Chapter 1

I wait for the postman
To bring me a letter
And I wait for the good Lord
To make me feel better
And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
Family in crisis that only grows older
Why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?

Daughter to father
Daughter to father
I am broken, but I am hoping
Daughter to father
Daughter to father
I am crying, a part of me's dying
and these are
These are the confessions
Of a broken heart

And I wear all your old clothes
Your polo sweater
I dream of another you
One who would never, never
Leave me alone
To pick up the pieces
Daddy to hold me
That's what I needed
So why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?

Daughter to father
Daughter to father
I don't know you, but I still want to
Daughter to father
Daughter to father
Tell me the truth
Did you ever love me?
'Cuz these are, these are,
the confessions
Of a broken heart
Of a broken heart

I love you
I love you
I love you
I, I love you...

Daughter to father
Daughter to father
I don't know you, but I still want to
Daughter to father
Daughter to father
Tell me the truth
Did you ever love me?
Did you ever love me?
These are
The confessions
Of a broken heart

Oh yeah
And I wait for the postman
To bring me a letter...

"KATILYN MARIE BROWN!" mom shouted at me. "What!" I shrieked. I was upstairs in my bathroom, getting ready for our bon fire party and mom had been calling me for the past 5 minutes. "What?" I called again, waiting for an answer. "The guest are here" was her only reply.

Sighing, I headed down stairs and greeted most of my sister's friends. We were having a gathering and mom and Kaera had invited all of her friends who are, in my opinion, total JERKS! Never the less, I was still expected to be nice to them. I walked outside in the back yard and cautiously said "hey, what's up?" "Not much" Alex replied, along with his annoying jock posse from school. All I can say was I am sooooo happy that my sister and I go to different schools.

Ten minutes later all of the people arrived and to my disgust, the bored guys kept hitting on me. GROSS! Talk about LoSeRs! Thankfully, I glanced two houses down, only to see my best guy friend and also my possible crush, Freddy Jones, shooting hoops in his driveway. "JONES!" I screamed "C'Mer!"

He jogged over and clung his arm over my shoulder casually. "What's up Posh?" "umm spazzy, you need to save me. These morons keep hitting on me" I pleaded desperately. I knew he'd help me and have a bit on fun himself, so as I watched the grin slowly spread across his face, I knew this would be an interesting night.

Now Freddy didn't exactly look 15, he looked way older with his bad boy image. Tonight he was wearing black baggy pants and a Metallica t- shirt. "Yo, you messin with my girl?" he demanded, grabbing the collar of Alex. "y- You're g-g-girl?" Alex stuttered nervously. I grinned, but it quickly faded once I remember that he'd beat me to a bloody pulp once he realized Freddy wasn't serious. "Yeah" Freddy growled angrily as he released him. "Stay the fuck away from her." With that, he grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the pine trees. "Spazzy…" I moaned, "You we're supposed to threaten the guy or tell him I'm your girlfriend. Once he find out, he'd gonna kill me for making a fool of him." Freddy's face fell, then twisted into one of anger and complete rage. "He hurts you?" Oops. Quickly, I shut my mouth and hugged him. "Anyway, thanks for saving me. Let's go to your house. I got a remix Metallica cd." "okay!" he nodded as I shouted to mom where I was going.

When we got to his house, I sat on the floor and thought. I couldn't help thinking about dad. I missed him. Everything about him. I missed his laugh, his smell, his hugs, his voice. Tears burned inside of me. He left when I was 10. why did he go?

Freddy walked in and I quickly wiped all traces of tears away. But he was too fast. I couldn't hide it from him. We've been best friends since 3rd grade. He even knew my dad. "kates, what's wrong?" "nothing…" I mumbled, "just thinking about dad." And with that, the tears came. Faster and harder than they'd ever come before. Daughter to father, daughter to father, tell me the truth, did you ever love me?