AN Ohmygod, my Fishies! I am so sorry that I took so long to update this! I didn't mean to! I promise! It just kind of happened. I. Am. So. Sorry!
Everything was going swimmingly at my house and then, all of a sudden, he just appeared…
There was a knock at the door, not just a light little tap like the way my friends do, but something harder. As if someone really wanted to get in to my house. Jade was upstairs taking a shower and I was in the kitchen making popcorn for movie night. I left the microwave to see who was at the door, leaving behind the noises of slight popping. There was another knock, this one more angry sounding. I started to feel a little bit nervous as I got closer and closer to the front door.
Silence. That's all there was when I opened the door. Silence and, of course, a person. A middle aged man with a quickly receding, speckled gray hairline. He's lost a lot of hair since the last time I've seen him, considering that it's only been a few months at most. He's lost a lot of weight as well; he wasn't exactly a big man to begin with. Jail has definitely taken a toll on his stature, aging him at least ten to fifteen years.
Even though every fiber of my body told me to slam the door, lock it, and go burrow out in my room until Jade got out of the shower. Instead, I just stood there and gawked at the transformed man standing in front of me. A million different thoughts ran threw my head as I stared at my father, looking as weak and beaten up as ever. Memories of being ignored by him and my mother as a kid, birthdays spent by myself as he watched football with my brother, and, of course, the memories of being thrown against the wall by the frail looking man.
There was one memory, though, that stood out from all the rest. I was ten years old, around Halloween time when it happened. For whatever reason, my dad felt like spending time with me and my brother, so we rented a bunch of scary movies from the Blockbuster in town. I remember we stayed up until midnight watching movies like Dracula, Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween, and Friday the Thirteenth. I remember almost peeing my pants at every at every twist in the storyline (I was ten, okay) and all but curling up in my father's lap for protection from Jason and Freddie Krueger. It's probably one of the only good memories I have of spending time with my father. My brother as well.
"Kitty Cat?" He stuttered in a strained, raspy whisper. Behind him, I noticed a cop car hiding out in the dark of the night with a police officer leaning against the front of it. Kicking himself off from the car, the police officer walked towards the front door.
"Cat Valentine," He spoke up once he reached the door, startling my father. "May I have a word with you for a moment?"