All I own is Elizabeth Snicket and what goes on in my imagination
Daddy Dearest
( she is writing all this down an hour later, sitting in a small cafe with the man who was chasing her)
I looked behind me and OH MY GOSH IT'S MY FATHER! I stop running, stunned. My legs feel like jelly and my heart feels like it could pop out of my ribcage. I swallow what feels like a big ball of who knows what back into my stomach. We look at each other, he the supposed corpse and me the freaked out living person. He sees I have the backpack and gives me a small smile. "I am sorry about what The Daily Punctillio told you." My father leads me to a cafe where everyone apparently wants to me to feel underdressed. A women escorts us to the booth, and oddly enough she looks like the woman in the photo. Not the Beatrice one; I check and yes, she does have an eye on her ankle. WHAT'S GOING ON HERE! I want to scream at my father for not telling me anything but I remain silent.
Apparently he notices that fact to and sighs in an agitated way. She looks somewhat like him, kind of like a relative, maybe a mother. She ruffles her gray hair and asks " Well, young lady have you been good to your mother" My father looks bemused and replies, " The real question is has my mother been good to me?" He raises his eyebrow and smirks at the old lady. WHAT IS GOING ON? The woman sits down and what she says next changes my world forever.
" It has been so long son, I thought you had died!" She looks at me and a new look takes over her features. " Is she..." He nods.… "Beatrice and I met at a party and had a tryst and she ended up pregnant. She gave me the baby, once she found out that I was alive, and then she... She... " She takes out at least a thousand dollars and puts it in my father's hand. "Before I leave I think it is time you explain to your daughter why." His face turns red and he looks embarrassed. "Goodbye mother, and remember to remain quiet... not a sound" The old women gets up and leaves and we are alone.
"The first thing I need to do is take you where you would have gone had I truly been dead, I am sorry but I had a mission and it would have been dangerous if you knew that I was alive." I look at my father, I think I want to vomit but I don't. "Why, am I just a mistake that you wish never happened… IS THAT IT!" He rubs his temples and smiles uncomfortably. " No, You are the one good thing I still have in my life, if it wasn't for you I would still be in depression over all that has befallen me in life. Now, I will have to start from the begginging; Which was when I was born. It is getting late, once we are home you must get some rest... tommorow I won't be available. I want you to do as I instructed in the letter, and I will contact you when I can. Pretend I am still dead, alright... or my cover will be blown. I love you, never forget that."
We got home and he left right as I was getting in the door, sometimes I miss him. I miss when I was little and we would talk all the time. I miss him reading to me late at night. I miss my Daddy! I bite back the tears. They won't help me solve the mystery I find myself in. They won't help at all. I climb up in to bed and a telescope is laying on my bed. A note beside it:
Welcome to the Fire - L.S.