There I was sitting on my couch reading a magazine, it was a cold stormy night and being an only child I was home alone once again. My mother worked at the bakery all night and my father,well he is dead.
My father passed away just a few months ago and we still haven't really found out how he died. All I remember is that it was a dark stormy night just like tonight I was in my bedroom studying for an English exam that I had the next day and suddenly my parents started yelling vigorously at each other. As I have learned from past experiences not to bother my parents while there fighting. So I walked over to my door, shut it and walked back to my bed and sat down to begin studying again but no even the thickness of my door couldn't muffle out the sound of their yelling so I stomped over to my radio and turned up the volume. Then I lay back down on my bed, thankful that I could no longer hear their child ness, and then suddenly I heard a loud crash and a high pitched scream! I jumped up, turned off my radio and started heading for my door. Just as I had reached the door handle my mother through open the door and said with tears in her eyes Vanessa darling, your dad is going to be gone for a little while. She sniffled.
I said with much haste, Well is everything alright? I started pushing my way through the door so I could see what was going on but she blocked my view. Maybe I should go with him. I asked.
She pushed me back into my room and exclaimed, "No dear its alright he doesn't want anyone with him right now, he needs time to think." "well alright mom." I said believing her lies. She closed the door to my bedroom as I slowly sat back down on my bed, ignoring the noise that would soon come to haunt me.
A day went by and I didn't hear anything from my dad. Then two and three days passed and still not a word was spoken. Soon a week had passed and finally I got up the courage to ask my mother what had happened.
"Mom" I began, "When is dad coming home?" I questioned as we sat at the dinner table.
"Never." She replied not looking up from her plate.
"What?!" I stood up suddenly knocking my chair out from under me and onto the ground.
"Sit down Vanessa!" she screamed at me clenching her fists. "And pick up your chair!" As I slowly picked up my chair and sat down she calmly explained to me what had happened. It turns out that she had gotten a phone cal from the police department just a day or two ago, and my father had been driving to Arizona when he had gotten in a head on collision with a diesel and was smashed on impact.
I started to cry, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Because I didn't know how you were going to take it and this was the kind of reaction that I was hoping to avoid." She explained as she got up off her chair and started walking toward me. "Vanessa I just want you to know that I loved your father very much." When she got to my chair she slowly stepped in back of it and placed her weathered hands upon my sunken shoulders.
"Don't touch me." I whispered as I felt her hands tense up around my neck.
(Read part2 and part3 if you want to know the ending)
