Wide Open spaces

Chapter 3

            I couldn’t stand here all day and worry about my father. He needed me to be strong for mum. I needed to accept the challenge of living the rest of my life without a dad. I walked downstairs to the smell of hash browns and pancakes. My stomach grumbled as I went into the kitchen.

“Why are you so against breakfast in bed?” Jay asked as he turned around to face me.

“Oh and how did you expect me to know that you were giving me breakfast in bed? Telepathy?” I asked sarcasm dripping through each word. Jay turned to face me and burst out laughing. I just gave him the ‘are you that dumb’ look. He just smirked and went back to cooking. Soon breakfast was in front of us and we ate in silence, until I broke it.

“Um…would it be ok if you take me to the city, I have to talk with Sergeant Moore.” I asked looking up at Jay.

“Of course, why do you think I would say no?” He asked cocking his head to the side.

“Because of what I said to you this morning. I was way out of line…and I am sorry.” I said looking down. In a matter of seconds Jay was next to me and he tilted my chin up so I was looking into his eyes.

“If i was mad at you would I still be here cooking you breakfast? What you said was true, and thank-you for telling me that. While we are in the city I think I might go and see my father, if that’s ok with you?” Jay said. I stared at him with bewilderment and courage.

“Yes you can go see him, I will be fine. Anyway you two need to sort everything out.” I said with a smile on my face.

“You ready to leave?” Jay asked me.

“I think?” I asked more than said. It was 1:23 p.m. and we were just about to leave to go to the city. I hopped in Jay’s truck. He placed one suitcase in the back of the truck and jumped into the passenger seat. He turned the car on and we started out 6-hour trip to the city. I leaned my head against the window and watched the world pass by. I grabbed my book out of my bag and started to write a song about dad.

Today was the day

Tomorrow was the night

It is the last day I see you shining bright

You are gone

Here to the now

See you soon in the sky’s above

I will always thank-you

for being there

I will always thank-you

for holding my hand

I will always thank-you

for being my dad

I am your little girl

I am your little princess

I know what I am

Thanks to you, My dad

Today is the end

And yesterday was the beginning

Hold on tight and I will see you

Cause I am your angel

I will always thank-you

for being there

I will always thank-you

for holding my hand

I will always thank-you

for being my dad

I am your little girl

I am your little princess

I know what I am

Thanks to you, My dad

I hummed the tune of the song as I sung it in my head. It was about him. About my dad, he deserved to be heard, even if it was through my song. I looked down at my watch to see that it was now 4 o’clock. I looked over to see that Jay was focused on the road ahead. I looked back out the window to see that more and more houses came into view as we headed into suburbia. I shrunk lower into my seat hating to be out of the country. The city is always crowded with people trying to go to different places pushing and shoving. I feel claustrophobic in the city. Jay looked over at me and smiled. Jay knew that I didn’t like the city. I sighed at his attempts to make me happy.

“You hungry?” Jay asked breaking the silence. I was about to answer when my stomach grumbled and Jay laughed out loud while I just blushed. We pulled up to a Hungry Jacks and we order fries, burgers and chocolate sundaes. We ate in silence and once we were finished we walked back to the car and kept on driving towards our destination. The police head quarters. We reached the city in about an hour and a half. I looked up at all the tall building and watched all the cars drive past. All the cloths, sport and bookstores were still open at 7 o’clock at night. I wondered when these people sleep. We kept on driving until we stopped outside a navy blue building that had to be more that 10 stories high. Jay and I slowly made our way inside. We walked up to what I presumed was the reception. A lady sat there with blonde hair and black glasses on.

“How may I help you?” She asked looking up from her computer screen

“Um, Hi I am here to see Sergeant Moore.” I said to the lady.

“And you are?” She asked raising her eyebrow.

“I am Ab-Abigail Brown.” I said, I saw her face soften as she looked at me.

“Right this way.” She said in a softer voice as she led Jay and me through some corridors and finally to a door that had Sergeant Moore’s name on it. She knocked on the door.

“Come in” A voice said. We walked into the room and Sergeant Moore was sitting at his desk. I slowly walk up to the desk, Sergeant Moore stand up and extends.

“I am Sergeant Moore, but you can call me Wade.” He smiled at me. I shook his hand and then spoke.

“I am Abigail Brown. You called and said you wanted to talk to me.” I said in a confident voice.

“Oh hello Abigail, it is nice to meet you, sorry for your lose it was a tragic night.” He said. I nodded my head in agreement not trusting my own words.

“Please sit.” He said gesturing to the seats in front his table. Jay and I walked up over to the chairs and sat down.

“Okay, so your father left me this. I will give you a moment to read over it.” Wade handed me an envelope and walked outside the door.

 

Dear Abigail,

            By the time you are reading this I will be dead. I am sorry to leave you but it was not my choice. I love you so much and I will miss seeing you grow up. I hope that you will have an amazing life, and do not worry about me. I will be watching you from above. I am sure that you are at the police head quarters at the moment and I would just like to say that you will be in good hands with the police, Look after yourself and do not forget you are my one and only daughter, my little angel.

 

I will miss you forever,

Love you so much

 

Dad

xoxo