The Baby Girl

The Red Rebel By The Red Rebel, 24th Aug 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL
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This is a story of a young lady searching for answers regarding her father's sudden disappearance in everybody's mind. A day after her mother's burial, everything changed, even her father's existence.

Chapter 1

Driving down the slope of Khermin, with their hearts racing each other neck to neck, Tyrane and Mile held each other’s hand not knowing this could be the last time they’d gaze into each other’s eyes. Before Mile felt the strong crash on her head, she heard Haley say from the backseat “Mile whatever happens do not look for us!” then everything went black.
Just 23 months ago, Mile was on the couch in Spring Field watching the day’s news. It was 6 AM and the view was perfect for some relaxing walk. As she was on her way up the hill, she felt the same feeling she feels everytime she walks out the field, the urge to do something about the sudden disappearance of her father. She remembered that last day she bid him goodbye.
Her father was a chemist, one of the best in their town, one of the best in the country. Weeks before their last day, Mile could still remember the trembling edges of her father’s troubled face. The way he sings her to bed at night, his voice shaking. She often takes a peek in her parent’s room at dawn, awakened by her mother’s weep. That last dawn she peeked into the open crack between the door and the wall, she witnessed what was yet and so far, has always been, the most heart breaking scenario.
“Lemer, do you really have to do this?” her mother asked.
“Minna, they promised to support the two of you. They’re even sending Mile to college. You know how much she has always wanted to be like me. ” he responded.
“A chemist? A chemist gambling his morality for money?!”
“Money for the two of you, Minna.”
“Lemer, don’t you get it?” her mother exclaimed. “We don’t need their money! We don’t need you to work for the..”
Her mother stopped when she heard the crying child outside the door.
Lemer stood up from the bed, opened the door and saw his baby holding back her tears from confusion. She had no idea who “they” was but she knew her father was going away far away and far long. Mile was 18 years old then, blonde hair, thick brows, red lips. She was a fine lady but in her father’s eyes she was just a kid. A kid that was about to lose a father and she had no idea.
9 in the morning, her father was already on the door step hugging her mother for, probably, one last time. Mile was sitting beside her father’s luggage like a kid about to cry. Lemer sat down to her level.
“Mile, my little girl.” He said as he brushed her long curly hair.
“Be strong and take care of Mama for me okay? Papa’s going to have to work. When the time comes, go to college and study hard. Whatever happens, baby girl, don’t let anyone tell you better.” As the last sentence was said, he held her hand. This time, unlike before, he was calm. He was no longer shaking.
He let go and left a folded paper inside her hand. She held on it firmly and waved her father good bye. She had a feeling that he was coming back, or so she thought.
That night on her bed, she opened the paper. It was her 18th birthday picture with her father. At the back, the words “PAPA IS REAL” are written. She remembered his last sentence “Whatever happens, don’t let anyone tell you better.”
6 months after his father left, her mother died due to severe depression. She was in her room, fixing herself in her black dress. She was in so much pain but she had to stand tall. She had no one but herself now.
As she was walking down the stairs, she heard something from the kitchen that sounded like several people’s footsteps. She rushed to the other door leading to the kitchen and grabbed the bat behind it. She took a deep breath and turned the knob. Finding herself about to hit a cat with a baseball bat, she only sighed and said “Weird.”
She went back to their yard, the car waiting. It was her mother’s burial.
Joseph, his so called “driver” and “personal assistant”, opened the car door and told Mile “It’s going to be different now ma’am. Nevertheless, it will still be a good day.”
Mile just smiled at him and laid her hand on his chest as if feeling the kind of cloth his suit was made of.
The burial lasted for around a couple of hours.
Mile put on her shades to hide her mourning eyes and got in the car. The rain started to pour as Joseph wheeled the car. She checked her wrist watch and assumed that about 15 minutes later, they’ll be home. She closed her eyes for a while and dozed off for a shallow sleep.
Mile felt satisfied with her moment of rest. She looked at the time and saw that they’ve been driving for more than 30 minutes now.
“Joseph, we seem to be going the wrong way.” she asked nervously. The car stopped and Joseph got out of the driver’s seat to open Mile’s door.
“Ma’am you no longer spend time outside. You barely eat, you barely take some time off. You keep studying. I know that I don’t have much right to tell you this ma’am but I just want to treat you out for a change you’ll have fun. I know a good place that serves great steak.”
Mile sighed and got out of the car. She saw Joseph looking at one direction and nodded as if signalling someone. Mile looked around but saw nothing. She just shrugged it off and followed Joseph.
Joseph was right, she had a great time. They got home before the sun set. As Joseph turned the knob to open the door, Mile felt something strange. She stepped in the house and looked around. Something was wrong, she perfectly knew.
“Ma’am, are you okay?” Joseph asked.
“Do you find anything new here?” Mile answered.
Joseph looked around and answered with a shrug of head side by side.
“I’m just probably exhausted. Thank you Joseph, for your time and for treating me out.”
Mile told Joseph that she wouldn’t mind him staying for the night. The next morning, Mile was awakened by the continuous knocks on the door. She hurried down wondering if Joseph slept in or not. She opened the door, it was the agency, the agency which “sent” her father to wherever he is.
“Good morning Miss Adams. We are here to deliver your first quarter groceries.”
“Come in.”
She closed the door as the men packed up the goods in the kitchen. Once again, she looked around as if searching for something.
“Joseph?” Mile called hoping she had someone she trusted with her.
“I’m so sorry ma’am. Yes?” He slept in the attic.
“You should have just slept here. There’s so much space. The attic is too dusty, Joseph.”
Joseph just smiled and rushed to the kitchen to help bring out the groceries and goods the men brought.
“So, any update about my father?” she asked as she leaned on the wall watching the men.
“What father Miss Adams?” one man asked.
“My father, Dr. Lemer Adams.” She answered in great cautious.
“Miss Adams, your father died when you were twelve.”
In much more confusion and shock, she dropped the mug of coffee on her hand and asked herself “Papa died when I was twelve???? How could that be???”


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