20 Chapter 19

It was 7 AM when I got a call.

"Leslie Miller, we're calling you from the hospital. Your father has been admitted in serious condition."

My mind went blank, I went to the hospital with my clothes full of food and dragging Brad. My father, really? now that I was finally starting to get along with him.

I asked in which room my father was in, the receptionist didn't want to tell me, daughter of bitch. At the end he told me which room was.

"Dad!"

"Leslie, I need to tell you something," He said exhausted by the anesthesia. "I'm going to die and I just want to tell you... forgive, forgive for everything you've had to live because of me" He told me with a tear running down his cheek. ""The company will go to your mother, I will leave you a hundred thousand dollars and I hope you will forgive me..." He said before he lost consciousness.

"Dad, please, don't leave me again"

Brad hugged me to comfort me. My eyes were slowly fading, my body could not stand so much pressure. my mouth was drying. Everything around me was shrinking.

"I'm going home," I said.

"I'm going with you... I don't want to leave you alone in a moment like this" Said Brad.

Why does this happen to me? so much suffering. why? I don't care about the money or anything he left behind, I want to have him with me, tell him I forgive him, that I love him.

Brad looked at me, but he wouldn't tell me anything. He knew I was devastated, he didn't want anyone to talk to me. He was just by my side, as promised me.

When I lay in bed, Brad said e "We'll get through it together" while he massaged my lip.

My eyes began to tear continuously, my voice became more and more hoarse from my screams. Then Brad hugged me Letting my bitterness fall on his chest.

I stood up and sat on the sofa, looking at nothing, while Brad looked at me from the bedroom door.

I took a notebook, a pen and started writing. Brad tried to read what I was writing, but I didn't want anyone to see or read, as I was capturing my whole life and will keep writing in the future, I don't think this is over here.

"Why are you afraid of the dark?" Brad asked me.

"What?" I don't understand anything.

"Why are you always alert?" Brad asked.

"Cause I don't know what monster I'm gonna run into" I answered

"And... what kind of monster am I?"

"Idiot" I said as I laughed.

"That's my Leslie. Never let anyone turn off that smile"

I looked at him and smiled.