story8

The End

The water roared and slammed into the wall. Along with the waves was a body. The body of a person. An actual body that had once lived a beautiful life of peace and love, until the love had disapeared with the peace following behind.

It was a cloudy day when Sophie was told to get to bed because it was to late. Sophie headed up the winding stairs. The other day her father who had unexplainably left on the day of her birth, had called asking for Sophie when her mother hung up. Maybe there is something going on and that is why she had to go to bed. Thinking of what would become of her father, Sophie brushed her teeth and headed off to bed.

When morning arrived Sophie thought she was old enough to know what was going on. “Mom,” she screamed from upstairs. Her mother came running up the stairs. “Is something wrong.” “Actually there is and it involves dad.” “No I am not doing this again I told you not to bring it up and you are going to listen.” “Mom I am old enough to what is going on. I am fourteen not three. Tell me!” “Fine. Your father wants to see you.” “Yes finally.” “Listen it is not going to happen,” she said walking out the door.

She finally had what she wanted and it had been torn from her hands and shredded. Her heart was broken. She ran down the stairs. “Why,” she screamed. “What do you want from me?” “Answers that is all. Just one answer.” “<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif;">Later, now it is time for the packing for our trip to California.” Sophie grabbed three packs of luggage and took them to the car.

<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif;">Packing was always hard, especially when you were thinking about something else. You had to empty droors, boxes, crates, and even more. Sophie had cleared all the boxes except for one. She carefully peeled the flaps open and found her old jewelery box along with a stack of notes. While going through them she found one that had never been open.

<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif;">Sophie opened the letter to find that it was from dad. <span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif;">//Dear Sophie,// <span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif;">//My beautiful lovely Sophie, Sorry I can't be there to watch you grow up. I miss you and wish I could hug you. I did what was best for your mother. She wanted me to leave so I did. Every day I regret walking out that door on you. I love you and you will always be my babygirl.// <span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif;">//Love Your,// <span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif;">//Papa//

<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif; font-style: normal;">What was going on? Either he walked out or was told to get out, wich one? Who was she to believe her father who she knew nothing about,or her mother who wouldn't answer her questions? This was hard enough as is with out the letter. Sophie grabbed the letter and packed it. She was ready for the trip now, all she had to do was take what she had packed to the car.

<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif;">Sophie struggled getting down the stairs. Her head was burried under all the clothes. Suddenly she tripped falling and hurting her leg. She couldn't get up, it felt as if her leg was broken. She felt like her leg had just been slammed in a door several times. Did this mean the trip was cancelled? All that hard work for nothing. Her mom came rushing in from the other room. “<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif; font-style: normal;">Honey I'll call the hospital just stay put.” “<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif; font-style: normal;">It's not like I'm going anywhere,” she said crying.

<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif;">The ambulance arrived with great news. It was only a slight fracture and would be fixed in no time. Sophie was carried in. She just had to stay off her leg for the rest of the day and the trip wouldn't be cancelled. That wasn't hard considering she had nothing to do.Sophie had almost forgot the good part of the day after all the rest and attention.

<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif;">“Mom,” she called softly. Her mom came in and sat at the foot of Sophie's bed. “<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif; font-style: normal;">I want my questions answered.” “<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif; font-style: normal;">I was afraid you would ask that.” “<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif; font-style: normal;">Mom you promised.” “<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif; font-style: normal;">I know, after all a promise is a promise.But I only keep my promise if you promise me,” she hesitated before speaking. ”<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif; font-style: normal;">Yes mom what is it?” “<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif; font-style: normal;">You have to clean this pig sty of a room.” Sophie laughed. “<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif; font-style: normal;">I promise,” she said.

<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif;">“Why did you tell him to leave?” Sophie sat up getting more serious. “<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif; font-style: normal;">Honey I never,” she began. “<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif; font-style: normal;">Don't lie you said you would answer one of my questions. Anwer it truthefully.” “<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif; font-style: normal;">I did what was best for you.” “<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif; font-style: normal;">How was that best for me? I grew up with no father thinking he left because of me.” “He was not the perfect dad.” “<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif; font-style: normal;">Perfect, even you say you're not the perfect mother. Does that mean you are going to walk out too.”There was a moment of silence.

<span style="font-family: Comic Sans,sans-serif;">Suddenly there was pounding on the door. Sophie would have got the door but if she wanted to got to California she couldn't. Her mother answered the door instead. Sophie could hear only a little of what was happening. It was just complaining and arguing at first, but then it became much more. Wait a minute Sophie thought this sounds just like what mom told me before. The thing about him wanting to see her.

Sophie quietly limped down the stairs. She was almost at the bottom when her leg started to feel as if it were being crushed. She knew not to put to much wait on it but that didn't mean she couldn't see who was at the door. She reached the bottom of the stairs and collapsed. Looking up she saw a man with black hair and her colored eyes.

"Sophie my baby," the man said. "Dad is it really you?" "Yes it is. Lets leave." "What are you talking about?" "I came to take you. What did you think I was hear to apologize." "I guess not." "Well then the car is waiting in the front." "I am not leaving my home. I barely know you. For all I care you are a complete stranger to me." "Wow I come this way to find out you're just like your mother." "Thank you that is a compliment coming from your mouth. At least I didn't end up like you." "Trust me it wasn't a compliment."Those were the last words Sophie wanted to hear from her father. In fact those were the last words she heard from her father.

One year had pasted and not much had changed. Sophie was not so excited when she