Created By

J3w3llC82890

Rate this Story

Embed

“I Love You.”

We had been together for about three years. I was seventeen and he was eighteen.

These days, we spent everyday together.

His mom went to Mexico for a week so he had the house to himself.

Three days before his mom was coming back, Kevin asked if I wanted to have dinner at his house. He was going to cook for me. I said of course and asked what time I should be there.We agreed on 8:30pm so I could spend some time with my dad who hadn’t been feeling too well lately.

I arrived at his house at 8:40pm.

“I’m sorry. My dad and I got to talking and I just couldn’t stop. You know how I get.”

He smiled. “It’s cool babe.” He hugged me and kissed my lips twice.

I looked at what I was wearing. Tight, V-neck, light blue dress that hugged my body and black high heals. My long black hair was still damp which made it curly, let down to my middle back.

He was wearing a light blue button up, jeans and white Adidas.

I laughed. We matched.

He walked me into the dining room and there was a small table set for two with candles and a rose for me.

I turned to him and smiled. “You’re so sweet.”

He was watching me attentively.

“What?” I asked.

He walked up to me and embraced me tightly.

 I pulled back just slightly and looked into his hazel eyes which were swirling with what looked like fear and something else I couldn’t place.

I frowned a little looking up at him. “What’s wrong?” I asked concerned now.

“I love you.” He whispered.

I smiled again. It was so nice to hear those words from him.

“I love you too.” I replied.

He smiled, my smile and a sigh of relief came from his chest.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine.  

My Dad.

Kevin and I had been together for about four years when it happened. I was eighteen and he was nineteen. It was June and finals were going on.

I was sitting in fourth period anxiously awaiting the sound of the bell to ring.

We were going out to lunch with Diego and Jessica. [[They were back together.]]

The class room door opened and a messenger from the office came in with a pass.

The teacher took it and read it. She looked up at me and motioned for me to come see her.

I looked at the pass and racked my brain trying to figure what it could possibly be.

I gather my things and walked down to the office.

When I walked in, the secretary looked up from her desk and gave me a look of sympathy. “Lisa Cummings? Your dad, he’s in the Sharp hospital. We’ve excused you for the rest of the day.”

I looked at her and waited for the words to register. A soon as I understood what she said, I ran from the office to the parking lot. I got in my car and headed off to see him.  

“Jason Cummings?” I rushed up to the front desk in the emergency room.

The secretary nodded “Floor 5 room 806.”

I nodded and ran to the elevator. It seems to take for ever before I heard the ding. I got in a pushed floor 5. I leaned against the wall and breathed out, for what seemed like the first time.

The doors opened and I stepped out. I finally found room 806 and walked in.

“Daddy?”

“Hey there sweetheart. How’s it going?”

“Oh daddy.” I walked over to the side of his bed and sat with him. “So what’s wrong?”

He smiled up at me. “I have a tumor. They said maybe six weeks to live. If that.”

Tears threatened to spill over as I grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes. “You’ll make it daddy. You will. Everything will be okay.”

He shook his head and a small smile crept across his face. “Always so optimistic my little one.” His face suddenly got serious. “Now we both know I’m not going to make it out. But know I love you so much and I am so proud of you. You grew up so fast. In my will I left everything to you. Sense your old enough to live on your own; you can have the house as well.”

I smile at him sadly and tears streamed down my face.

“Oh,” he began to add something. “And keep a hold of that Kevin guy. He’s a good man.”

I nodded. 

I went back to visit him every day. When school got out it was a lot easier. Sometime Kevin would tag along with me.

Two days before he died, he had a talk with Kevin. I stood out side the doorway listening.

“Kevin, you take good care of my little girl.” My father said.

“I will sir. She’s going to miss you a lot.”

“I know, so I must ask you a question.”

“What is it?”

“Do you love my daughter?”

“With out a doubt.”

“Good. Then, when I’m gone, please move in with her. I left the house to her.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

I smiled at his answer.

I left then, not needing to hear anymore.

Two days later, my father passed away.

Authors note: 6 votes!

=]