Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

"sure I'll take one!" I responded as my boyfriend asked the group if anyone needed another beer. This was one of those night you (let the demons out) with a group of friends drinking, maybe dabbling a little, and talking about everything. There isn't a lot of things I prefer to dabble with but this time, cocaine was one of those things. "Get us another bump" as I look in the glass door and see he answered the phone on his way to grab the beers. Turning ghost white he walks over to the door, sticks his head outside and says "Kristi na come here, just you." I look as my friend gets up and goes inside. Her dad had been having heart issues and I assumed it was "the" phone call. I see them get to the kitchen and Chase(my boyfriend) speaks and then her face goes white so in goes her boyfriend after her. I watch him get the same look. It felt weird so my curiosity got the best of me and I walked inside. Instantly having a feeling wash over me like something isn't right. They all turn and look at me with the same look on their faces. That is when I knew -this has something to do with me-. "What!" I say starting right at Chase. He looks in my direction, puts his arms out and asks for a hug. That's when the feeling welled up inside me, something was really wrong, the kind of wrong that you can't change, the worst kind of wrong, someone was hurt. " No tell me what's wrong" I yell as he keeps trying to console me before I even know what happened. That's when I yell "NO TELL ME WHATS GOING ON!, TELL ME! WHAT HAPPENED!" Chase looks at me, then everyone looks at me, and that's the moment my world changed. "That was your mom on the phone" he quietly says. "Your dad...he..he had a hear attack." "We have to go, we have to go to him!!!, NOW!" Then he stops me and says "He didn't make it....your dad didn't make it.." My world stopped. Everything went quiet. I couldn't breath, no words would come out. -my dad- I thought....-my daddy is gone??- I had just spoke to him to day before. But I hasn't gone to see him in months. And now....now he's gone. A year rolls down my face and then they began pouring out. I began bawling, I couldn't stop. I started almost choking. I couldn't breath...he...was...gone...