When I'm gone just carry on, chapter 11
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"Daddy look at me! I can swing high!" Hailie laughed and called for her dad.
"I see you hunny, I'm filming it," Tré laughed back and looked at her through the camera. He loved to type her, and everything she did. She was just 6 years old, had long brown hair and green eyes, just like her mother. People always went up to them and said that she looked just like her brother, well, he wasn't her brother, she didn't have any brothers or sisters. He told them that he was her dad, and when they asked about how old he was he said 22. Well yeah, he was a teenage parent so? People didn't seem to like that but he didn't care, he loved his daughter and her mother who was about 25 when they got her, and he was just 17 then.
"Daddy!" He woke up from his daydreaming and smiled at her.
"What? I were just thinking about you," he laughed and putted down the camera in the bag. Suddenly it was like the time stopped, it was to quiet. He looked up and saw a man standing behind Hailie and held her hard with a big fucking knife against her throat. She was afraid, cried.
"What the...? Let go of her!" He was scared too and mad. He walked toward them but stopped when Hailie told him to. "What the hell do you want you sick fuck!" The man just grinned. He had seen him earlier that day, in another place in the park, but where did he came from? He wasn't there before he putted down the camera. The man's eyes were filled with hate and not much of sympathy or anything. Evil, his eyes was filled with evil.
"See you in hell..." His voice was cold and he cut the knife over Hailie's throat and dropped the lifeless girl on the ground with a smile in his lips and just left. Tré just saw him leave and run over to Hailie and turned her around to see her. His daughter, his life, it was all over in a second.
He woke up with a twitch. He were sweaty and white in his face, he were breathing hard. He felt Kelly hugging him but he just looked scared.
"What's wrong Frank?" She asked a bit worried.
"I saw him, it was just... I..." he begun to cry, he did it every time he thought about Hailie, he felt Kelly's arms around him and he just leaded his head on her shoulder. "Why won't he just leave me alone?" he sniffed and closed his eyes.
"Who won't leave you baby?" she asked. Even if they'd been married for 9 years, he'd never told her about Hailie, He hadn't knew how she were going to react about it.
"Victor, You know the man I see every were. He killed Hailie he killed..." he started to cry harder. "He killed my daughter, the only one that made me laughed and feel good about my self. I'm scarred Kelly.. He's here, I know it, he's out of prison." He looked at her with fear in his eyes.
"Frank, nothing's going to happen with me or with Zack okay. We're safe here." she kissed him but looked down when she thought about the note a few days ago.
"What? What is it sweetest?" he asked and looked at her.
"It's just that. It feels like somebody's watching me all the time, I know it sound's weird but I do," she looked up at him again. "and a few days ago I found a note on the table in the kitchen, someone's been in here Frank I'm scared as hell."
She looked as scared as he did and held him closer to feel safe. He just putted his arms around her and looked around, he didn't like what she said.
"I have the same sort of feeling Kelly.
None of them could sleep, they just lay there and looked at each other the rest of the night okay, they actually fell asleep after a few hours. He woke up when Zack hitted him in the face with his drumsticks, how did he always get them even if he putted them away.
"Wake up daddy! I'm hungry!"
"Mmm Five more minutes," he said when he got the drumsticks from him and putted his arm around Kelly again. He were real tired, it felled like he hadn't seeped for five years or something like that. He protested when Kelly got up instead to give Zack and the cat's their breakfast. He stayed there and felled asleep again and he didn't wake up until 3 PM. He looked around and got dressed before he got out in the kitchen and had a cup of coffee. He couldn't stop to think about his dream. He missed her like hell and right now he didn't car of Zack or Kelly. He got some types left, or all of them, that he filmed. He got them and started one when he got on the couch. He cried when he saw her. She was so beautiful.
"Daddy, Are you okay?" he heard Zack's little voice and felt him when he sat in his lap. He looked at him and nodded, he gave him a weak smile and then looked at the TV again.
"Who is she?" he asked and looked up at him.
"It's your sister." he just sniffed and looked at him when he looked happy, just like he did when he always got of tour.
"Can I see her? Where's she living?" He'd always wanted a brother or sister 'cause he didn't have any.
"No. but you will, some day, but it's a long time before you can se her, when you're older. Much older," he smiled at him and stroked him over his hair before he looked at the movie again. He hadn't had time to say goodbye to her, the funeral wasn't enough.
"I love you," he said to himself and held Zack closer and cried against his shoulder, but he didn't understand why his daddy was so sad.
"I see you hunny, I'm filming it," Tré laughed back and looked at her through the camera. He loved to type her, and everything she did. She was just 6 years old, had long brown hair and green eyes, just like her mother. People always went up to them and said that she looked just like her brother, well, he wasn't her brother, she didn't have any brothers or sisters. He told them that he was her dad, and when they asked about how old he was he said 22. Well yeah, he was a teenage parent so? People didn't seem to like that but he didn't care, he loved his daughter and her mother who was about 25 when they got her, and he was just 17 then.
"Daddy!" He woke up from his daydreaming and smiled at her.
"What? I were just thinking about you," he laughed and putted down the camera in the bag. Suddenly it was like the time stopped, it was to quiet. He looked up and saw a man standing behind Hailie and held her hard with a big fucking knife against her throat. She was afraid, cried.
"What the...? Let go of her!" He was scared too and mad. He walked toward them but stopped when Hailie told him to. "What the hell do you want you sick fuck!" The man just grinned. He had seen him earlier that day, in another place in the park, but where did he came from? He wasn't there before he putted down the camera. The man's eyes were filled with hate and not much of sympathy or anything. Evil, his eyes was filled with evil.
"See you in hell..." His voice was cold and he cut the knife over Hailie's throat and dropped the lifeless girl on the ground with a smile in his lips and just left. Tré just saw him leave and run over to Hailie and turned her around to see her. His daughter, his life, it was all over in a second.
He woke up with a twitch. He were sweaty and white in his face, he were breathing hard. He felt Kelly hugging him but he just looked scared.
"What's wrong Frank?" She asked a bit worried.
"I saw him, it was just... I..." he begun to cry, he did it every time he thought about Hailie, he felt Kelly's arms around him and he just leaded his head on her shoulder. "Why won't he just leave me alone?" he sniffed and closed his eyes.
"Who won't leave you baby?" she asked. Even if they'd been married for 9 years, he'd never told her about Hailie, He hadn't knew how she were going to react about it.
"Victor, You know the man I see every were. He killed Hailie he killed..." he started to cry harder. "He killed my daughter, the only one that made me laughed and feel good about my self. I'm scarred Kelly.. He's here, I know it, he's out of prison." He looked at her with fear in his eyes.
"Frank, nothing's going to happen with me or with Zack okay. We're safe here." she kissed him but looked down when she thought about the note a few days ago.
"What? What is it sweetest?" he asked and looked at her.
"It's just that. It feels like somebody's watching me all the time, I know it sound's weird but I do," she looked up at him again. "and a few days ago I found a note on the table in the kitchen, someone's been in here Frank I'm scared as hell."
She looked as scared as he did and held him closer to feel safe. He just putted his arms around her and looked around, he didn't like what she said.
"I have the same sort of feeling Kelly.
None of them could sleep, they just lay there and looked at each other the rest of the night okay, they actually fell asleep after a few hours. He woke up when Zack hitted him in the face with his drumsticks, how did he always get them even if he putted them away.
"Wake up daddy! I'm hungry!"
"Mmm Five more minutes," he said when he got the drumsticks from him and putted his arm around Kelly again. He were real tired, it felled like he hadn't seeped for five years or something like that. He protested when Kelly got up instead to give Zack and the cat's their breakfast. He stayed there and felled asleep again and he didn't wake up until 3 PM. He looked around and got dressed before he got out in the kitchen and had a cup of coffee. He couldn't stop to think about his dream. He missed her like hell and right now he didn't car of Zack or Kelly. He got some types left, or all of them, that he filmed. He got them and started one when he got on the couch. He cried when he saw her. She was so beautiful.
"Daddy, Are you okay?" he heard Zack's little voice and felt him when he sat in his lap. He looked at him and nodded, he gave him a weak smile and then looked at the TV again.
"Who is she?" he asked and looked up at him.
"It's your sister." he just sniffed and looked at him when he looked happy, just like he did when he always got of tour.
"Can I see her? Where's she living?" He'd always wanted a brother or sister 'cause he didn't have any.
"No. but you will, some day, but it's a long time before you can se her, when you're older. Much older," he smiled at him and stroked him over his hair before he looked at the movie again. He hadn't had time to say goodbye to her, the funeral wasn't enough.
"I love you," he said to himself and held Zack closer and cried against his shoulder, but he didn't understand why his daddy was so sad.
