Abbey's Father, David Granger. He was a man of kind nature. There
was never day were he wouldn't put others before himself He was
the son Angela and Harry Granger. He had one younger sibling. A
younger brother called Clive Granger, who really was the complete
opposite of David. David had a very complicated and troublesome
past. Yet that never stopped him. When David was the age of 16,
he and his girlfriend (Lucy) fell pregnant. This was a massive
shock for himself. He feared to tell his family, but he braved
it. He stepped forward and told his mother and father. Obviously,
they were stunned to hear that their only son was going to become
a father at such a young age. But, they were where David got his
good nature from. They looked after David and his girlfriend,
Lucy, as her parent raged at this and didn't want anything to do
with her and the baby. Years passed by, and David's parents
looked after the two of them and the baby. Yet, as the baby
turned the age of 5, Lucy decided she didn't want anything to do
with this child. She broke David's heart. It tore him a part.
I awoke in sheer fright. My eyes burnt with dry tears, my throat
throbbed from silent screaming. I climbed out of bed. The cold
bit at my face as I scrambled around the room. As I wondered
around helplessly looking for my dressing gown, I ran into the
door, stubbing my toe on the end. The pain throbbed along my
foot. I cursed heavily under my breath as I reached the landing.
I carefully hobbled down the stairs. I quietly walked into the
kitchen; I switched on the light and went to get myself a glass
of water. The water ran down my throat, the icy sensation clawed
at my insides, washing over the deep and horrible feeling that
sat in my stomach. Once again I trampled up the stairs. However,
at that moment a sudden wail echoed around the house. I scurried
up the stairs tripping over some of the steps. I rushed to the
closed door of Abbey's room. More wailing came. Then followed by
raised voices and slamming of objects. What the hell was
happening in there? I pressed my ear against the door. Loud
yelling was belting outwards.
'NO! Robert you can't. Please stay,' Abbey's voice vibrated with
'Abbey, please don't make this harder,' Robert's voice quivered
as well. What were they arguing about? 'I love you though!' I
heard my daughter. She never usually expresses herself like this.
Robert's was lowered to a near murmur, causing me to lean closer.
'I love you too. But I have to, you know I do!' My arms tensed as
I heard him say that. I tried to open the door quietly, but
before I got the chance, the door flung open and Robert raced
down the stairs, followed by a raging Abbey. I stood still
watching this dramatic scene take place. Abbey was pulling at her
hair; the entire colour that was in her face, drained from her
pale cheeks. I looked at Robert, who lifted his eyes towards me.
I felt my stomach turn as I looked at his face. Whatever he had
done to upset Rosie this much must have been pretty bad, as Abbey
is very difficult to upset. Whatever it is, he wasn't going to
just walk away and leave her...
Robert's heart sunk as he stared at David. He knew what he was
doing was wrong. But what choice did he have? His dad was forcing
him to do this...what could he do?
I turned away from David; it was hard enough seeing Abbey like
this, but to see David look at me with such anger was another
thing. I looked at Abbey, my heart swelled to see her break down
like this. What made it worse was the fact that she hardly ever
cried. The way she had such rage in her eyes, tore me apart. I
would have found it easier for her to cry, just so it wouldn't
hear or look as bad as it did.
'Abbey, I have to ...' before I could any more, she stepped
towards me and began thrashing against my chest, hitting me hard
with clenched fists. 'NO-DON'T-SAY-YOU-HAVE-TO...' She spat these
words as she clawed at me. 'You don't have to go...no!' I
couldn't take it. I pulled her into my arms and clutched her
tightly. As I pulled her in, she gave up beating me and wrapped
her arms around me a well. 'Listen to me ...' I began. 'I love
you so much. But I have to go ... my father signed up for me
months ago. You know I don't want to. But you know what my father
was like. I have no chose' I carried on, 'He did this when he was
younger. So he expects me to follow. I have to. I love you so
much.' I couldn't bear to say to say these words. I wrapped her
hair in my hand, and pulled her closer to me. She pulled away. I
lowered myself to her height, and clutched her face tightly in my
hands. I watched her close her eyes at my touch. I rested my face
against her cheek. Her warmth wrapped itself around me. 'I
promise you...NO! Abbey listen. I promise you, that I will try
and end this. I will come back.' I knew myself that I was making
an empty promise. 'You know I need you,' I whispered. Abbey
looked up at me with her wide, emerald green eyes. 'Come back,'
she said. I turned to face her and kissed her. Her lips tasted of
so sweet and soft. My mind ran wild with the idea of not being
able to hold her again, or kiss her soft lips again. 'I will come
back...' I let go...
What the hell did he think he was doing? David thought. His
mind seared with rage and anger with Robert. Does he know the
damage which he had caused?
I watched as Robert let her go and rush through the door. Abbey
stuttered for a moment on the spot. As I travelled down a few
steps to her; she began to choke out random words of denial that
he had gone. At that moment, she rocked shakily back and forth,
until her body gave way and she fell to floor and tugged at her
hair. I rushed to her side and I pulled her into my arms and
clutched her tightly. 'He's gone! Why did he leave?' She moaned
into me. I ran my hand along her head and brushed her hair away
from her face. My mind filled with memories of doing this same
thing, when Abbey was younger and she would wake up screaming in
the night from a nightmare. I would run into her and hold her
tight and hum or lightly sing the song 'imagine' by John Lennon.
I remember she would calm down, as she heard the tune, she soon
fell back to sleep.
'Shh...It's okay. He will come back,' I tried to fake a smile to
comfort her, but I couldn't even fool myself. 'No he won't!! He
won't,' she cried a loud; 'his dad already signed his name down.
He has no choice!' My mind went blank. So, I lifted her steadily
to her feet and guided her into the living room. She sat down on
the sofa, her eyes swelling bright red. 'Dad, I love him,' I sat
next to her and wrapped my arms around her, as I did this; she
pulled in against me and wrapped herself in my arms more. 'I
know; you need to calm down now'.
'I love him...I love him,' she kept repeating these three words,
until she was only shaking violently and coughing out watery
sighs and moans.
I rocked her back and forth. I leant down and kissed her
forehead. 'Shush, it's alright. Come on,' I whispered soothingly.
Slowly Abbey began to calm down. She fell into a light and rough
sleep. Every now and then, I would feel her thrash against my
arms and mutter something. As I stroked her hair continuously and
held her tight, I quietly hummed imagine. Minutes crawled by. The
silence was my only companion in the room. I felt myself doze in
and out of sleepiness. I tried my hardest to keep myself awake.
But I lost the battle. I could feel myself drown in deep
drossiness. I could feel waves of sleep crash over me and weigh
me down. My chin fell onto my chest and arms hung loosely over
David awoke the following morning, the previous events buzzing
around his skull. His back ached from sleeping in such an awkward
position. Abbey laid huddled the same position. Her chest was
rising and falling rapidly. He lay still and just watched how
calm and relaxed she looked.
Late morning, the following day, my ears were filled with a loud
silence, which was then sliced by the loud ringing of the house
telephone. My body jolted at sheer fright. I suddenly remembered
having Abbey lying across me. I rubbed my face roughly. I
carefully lifted Abbey off of me and lowered her onto the sofa,
wrapping a blanket lightly around her. I quickly dashed to answer
the phone, before it woke Abbey up. 'Hello?' I groaned, but no
'Err...Hello,' my heart sank at the sound of the voice on the
other end of the phone. 'Robert?' I asked.
'Yeah,' his voice was low. As he said this, I quietly walked out
of the room so Abbey wouldn't hear.
'What the hell are you doing ringing after what has just
happened?' I questioned.
To my annoyance he asked 'I was ringing to speak to Abbey, is she
there?' I sighed heavily down the phone. 'Look Robert, do you
really this is the most sensible thing?'
'I know, what I did was wrong...'
'She was destroyed!' I raised my voice slightly, quickly lowering
it again. I heard light footsteps behind me. 'Look Robert,
please,-" before I could say anymore, I felt the phone pull out
of my hands. I watched as Abbey took the phone and looked at me
questioningly and slowly trudged off with the phone.
I waited for her to come back. A moment later Abbey entered the
room. A wide smile painted across her face, but she glanced at me
and her smile faded rapidly. I rubbed my hands on my leg. 'So,
what did he say?' I asked, she didn't reply but merely gazed at
me. 'Abbey? Is everything alright? Did he say much?' I asked
again. She walked over to the table and put the phone back on its
She then walked towards the sofa, but stood away from me. 'Why
didn't you tell me he was on the phone?' I swallowed heavily and
bowed my head, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.
'You didn't want me to talk to him, did you?' She threw at me. I
stuttered for a quick answer.
'I didn't want to wake you love. You had a rough day. I was just
doing what was best for you,' this was true this answer. We both
stared at each other for a few seconds. 'Why didn't you want me
to talk to him, dad?' she questioned.
'I didn't want to see you get hurt, I was-,' once again she cut
over the top of me.
'No. You were just trying to take over, like you always do!' She
fired at me.
'Of course I wasn't. I was worried he would say something to hurt
you again. I wasn't going to risk you getting upset like before,'
How could she accuse me taking over? She is my daughter, as her
father, it is my duty to protect her, isn't it?
'Oh don't start telling me that you were doing what you thought
was best!' She gasped for breathe and carried on. 'I love him
dad, you know that. Don't you care?' I stared at her in
amazement, how could she say such as thing? Of course I cared.
She looked at me with wide, sweet eyes, which glistened like her
mother's. It tore me apart seeing such rage and anger build up in
her gentle face. 'How can you say that? Of course I know you love
him. But he had no right to leave you in that state and without
warning,' I felt my voice waver between slight annoyance and
sadness. I walked towards her, but she moved away.
'You want to know why he rang for me.' She sneered at me; I hated
to her use this tone with me. She had never spoken like this to
me before. She continued pacing around. 'He rang to tell me he
pulled out. He didn't want to go in the first place. So you can
stand there and tell me he isn't worthy of me, all you like. But
you know what? He loves me, and I love him,' she carried on. 'I
don't care what you think!'
'Don't say that Abbey! I care! I am happy he is staying! You're
my daughter and I love you and care for your happiness!' My mind
'Yeah, right. If you loved me, you wouldn't try to hide this from
me!' She shouted these words as at me.
'Abbey please! You know I love you. Please love,' my stomach
turned at her saying these words to me.
'Stop trying to make yourself look better! If you don't like
Robert, that's fine! I don't care!'
'Stop it now. That's not fair. You know I like him. I just don't
want to see you get hurt,'
'See there you go again. Always accusing him of the worst!! If
you don't like him or you aren't happy with what I am doing; then
leave me alone. I don't want to be around you,' she spat these
'Don't you say that to me. Please calm down-'
'If you love me, dad, you will let me carry on with
'I didn't say you couldn't ... I just
-don't-want-to-see-him-hurt-you!' I forced these words out.
'Fine!' She stormed out the room.
I stood frozen to the floor. What did she mean by this? 'Abbey,
what the hell are you doing?'
Doctor Swayne paced up and down the corridor outside the room.
He tapped his head in a frustrated manner. He kept practicing
which tone was more appropriate, or should he not the patient at
It is days like these that I hate my job. It is this type of
moment which pull at your heart and make you just want to walk
out, and say 'Sorry, I've had it, mate!' I remember I had to go
into a school once, and give a bloody talk about 'the dangers of
alcohol' and all stuff like that. It was to a class of Year 11's.
At the end of my talk I had to answer questions. To begin with,
the questions were alright, the kids were asking ways they could
still enjoy a drink sensibly, or how they can avoid being hurt by
a stranger who was drunk. Until one moment, a small, red headed
girl sticks her hand up in the air and asks 'If you are a doctor,
then surely you get used to telling families or friends this kind
of thing. Don't you just get used to seeing these kinds of
sites?' I remember standing there, looking at her, gob smacked. I
mean, how in hell, do you get used to telling someone's family or
friends that their loved one has just died at your hands? How do
you get used to seeing such bloody and gory sights? How do you
get over the fact that you're the one who has to tell someone
that they won't 'make it', shall we say? Of course you don't get
bloody used to it!
I turned to my patient. I stood by his side. He lifted his head,
and stared right into the eyes. I wanted to look away and just
yell at the wall. 'This isn't easy but...' he cut me off.
'You don't need to tell me, I know. All you people have the same
look when you are about to say what you're goanna say'. He
chuckled and smiled lightly at me.
'Mr Granger, I really must...' again. 'Let's just leave it as
this, eh? You have told me and I am going to sit here alone,
going over all the things in my head of what I regret and begin
self pity, alright? ' I stared at him astounded. Brave guy, I
thought. In all my years of being a doctor, I had never seen
anyone take this so light heartedly. He stared back at me for a
few seconds, smirked, and then turned over and blanked me. I
clutched at me clip board and slowly walked out the room.
As I turned the corner, there sat a young girl, no older than
seventeen I would have thought. She was starring at the wall
opposite her. Her arms clasped around her body tightly. A young
boy sat next to her, his arm wrapped around her. I walked
slightly closer to them. My heart sank. I looked at her. She
slowly turned to me. Her face was full of panic and confusion.
'Hey! Do you know David Granger?' she addressed me. I blinked
slightly. 'Err, yes. I have been treating him...' I tried to
sound professional. She was looking straight past me. 'Is he in
that room?' I turned my head to where she was pointing at. 'Yes.
You must be his daughter, Abbey?' at the moment she completely
blanked me and ran off into the room. 'Abbey!' The young boy
called after her. He went forward to grab her arm, but by the
time he reached her, he was clutching at nothing but mid air. He
sighed heavily, and turned to look at me. 'Sorry about that, she
has been panicking since she got the phone call,' he said to me.
'You are...?' I asked. He rubbed the back of his head.
'Sorry, I'm Abbey's boyfriend...can you tell me what's going on?
Is David going to be okay?' He questioned. I sighed heavily and
swallowed. 'I'm sorry, but I can't tell you this. Family only,'
the boy looked at me wide eyed, he rubbed his hand through his
brown hair, which was filled with small curls, which hung loosely
on his head. He bought his hands down and held them out business
like. 'I know I'm not blood related, but please. She has been
going crazy worrying. If you could just tell me whether or not
things are looking good?' he begged. Why do people have to be so
difficult? I asked myself. 'Look, I'm sorry, but I can't tell
you,' I replied firmly. I began to walk away slowly. At that
moment, I felt a firm hold of my lower arm. I sighed heavily and
turned to look at him. 'It's not good is it?' he quietly asked. I
didn't say anything; I just looked him sternly, edged a weak
smile, and lowered my head. The boy loosened his grip. He turned
away from me and put his arms behind his head and clawed at the
back of his shoulders and neck. Once he turned to face me, he
just murmured. 'Right, thanks,' and lowered himself into a near
chair and rested his hands in his head.
Robert stormed down the staircase, leaving his father yelling
loudly. He had just told his father he wouldn't be going on a
head with his plans. As he came down the stairs, he raged open
the living room door.
My Dad had just finished roaring and spitting in my face, because
I refused to join his precious dream for me. I slammed the living
room door in frustration. I kicked the sofa, without thinking and
resulted in hurting myself. My foot burnt in pain. I sat down on
the sofa massaging my bruising foot. I cursed heavily out loud.
My bloody father, he never did care what I wanted. He applied for
me to join this stupid thing, when he knows I didn't want to.
Just because he had done this and had dedicated half his bloody
and bitter life to it, doesn't I am going to just sit back and
say 'Sure father. You run my life, it's not like I have anything
important in it.' I leant back on the sofa and closed my eyes,
rubbing my temples slowly.
At that moment, a low knocking came from the room. I groaned and
tried to ignore whoever it was. But they kept banging and
banging. I rose stubbornly to my feet, and trudged to the front
door. I grudgingly unlocked the door, while in the process
dropping the keys, whilst banging my head on the door handle. I
pulled the door open, excepting to see some lousy friend of my
dads, but there stood Abbey. She stood clutching at a heavy
rucksack. Her beautiful long chocolate hair fell down her
shoulders, drenched from the torrential rain. Her clothes stuck
to her slender body. She lifted her eyes and looked at me. 'Sorry
Rob. Can I come in?' she sobbed.
'Course you can!' I pulled her in gently and took her rucksack
from her. I shut the door behind. I didn't know what to do. I
looked at her worryingly.
I signalled for us to go into the living room. Abbey slowly
staggered into the room, I followed awkwardly behind her. She
stood still for a moment in the middle of the room. She then
turned looked at me. 'Is everything alright?' I asked. Abbey
looked at me for a moment and then came and put her arms around
me. 'What was wrong?' I held her tight.
'I had a huge argument with my Dad,' she explained. Abbey pulled
away from me and began pacing around the room. My eyes followed
her carefully. Abbey hardly ever argued with her dad. Just then
something clicked in my brain. My insides filled with guilt. 'Oh
Abbey, I'm sorry this is because of me and what I did,' I groaned
on, 'I shouldn't have left you the way I did. It was wrong. David
has every right to be like this with me.' She stopped her tracks
and looked straight at me. 'No, this has nothing to do with you,'
she said. I looked at her in confusion, 'Then what...' she
stopped me there and began ranting about what had happened.
'It was as if he was trying to force me to do what he wanted!'
she finished with, 'I mean can you believe him. You didn't want
to go anyway and he begins telling me, he was protecting me.' I
was sat on the sofa, letting her go on. 'He was just protecting
you Abbey,' this just slipped out. Why the hell did I just say
this? I stood up and walked towards the other side of the room,
just to be safe. I kept my head down and didn't look at Abbey.
'What do you mean?' she gasped. I couldn't prevent myself. 'He
was only looking out for you, I mean, what I did was wrong,' I
replied. Abbey stared at me in complete shock. 'Are you siding
with him?' she asked threateningly. I wracked my brain for
something sensible to say. 'No, I'm not siding with anyone. But
he was only doing what he thought was best,' I was cut short by
the loud ringing of the phone.
I sighed and walked over to the phone. 'Hello?' I asked. A rough
and strong male voice spoke to me.
'Good evening. This is the Helton General Hospital, is Abbey
Granger there please?' The hospital, what were they ringing for
Abbey? 'Err, yeah sure,' I said. I turned and held the phone out
to Abbey. She stood with her arms tightly locked. She turned her
beautiful head towards me, which held a deathly scowl. 'It's the
hospital,' I muttered. She unlocked her arms, and twitched her
head to the side and looked at me confused. 'The hospital?' she
mouthed. She took she phone from me and began talking to them.
'My father?' She questioned, 'What do you mean?' She paced around
the room. 'Please, just tell me,' she went on. I could see
tension rising in her eyes. 'Thank you,' she said quietly. 'Yes,
yes ... I will'. She hung up the phone and stood leaning on the
table for a few seconds. She stayed there. I didn't know whether
to stay anything, ask anything. I just stayed where I was, and
Abbey tapped the table lightly, but still didn't turn round. She
only moved her head lightly to the side. 'That was about my dad,'
she said. I stood up and walked near to where Abbey was. I let
her carry on. 'He...He fell. When we were arguing, I ran up
stairs...he followed and he must have,' she stopped there. She
turned completely away from me. I heard low sobs. She was crying.
I walked over to her. 'Abbey,' I said. She still didn't turn
round. 'Abbey'. I held onto her shoulder and gentle turned her
round. I saw sliver, glowing tears dance down her radiant cheeks.
I pulled her into me, Abbey tried to pull away, but I pulled her
in closer. 'No, let me go,' She moaned. At that moment, Abbey
pulled away from me. I staggered forwards to try and keep hold of
her. She ran towards the door, and began tugging at the handle,
but she couldn't open it. Again and again, she pulled at the
door, but failed to open it. I walked to her side. 'Abbey, what
did they say?' I asked patiently. As I asked this, Abbey began to
thud furiously against the door. 'Robert, open the damn door!'
'What did they say? Abbey! Stop IT!' I raised my voice.
At this, Abbey's thudding slowed down. Her body was pressed
against the door. Slowly, she fell down the door. Her face was
clasped her hands. I wrapped her in my arms and cradled her. 'He
followed me up the stairs, and when I left he must have...fallen'
her voice faltered and she broke down. I rocked her back and
forth and kept her close. 'The doctor said he has a head injury.
He's severely hurt,' she sobbed into my arms. 'It's my fault. He
followed me, and he fell down the stairs. It's my fault!'
David's daughter entered the side ward. David lay staring
dully at the ceiling. His skin was ghostly white; his eyes had
lost their joyful glow, which they used to hold. His body
My heart filled with dread and sorrow. I looked at his limp body.
His breathing was slow and shallow. Every now and then, his body
would twitch and slightly shiver. If I hadn't walked out, he
wouldn't have followed me up the stairs and that would have meant
he wouldn't have ran down to try and catch up with me. At that
moment, my throat felt as though someone had stuffed their fist
down it. I leaned forward and held his hand. The touch of my
hand, made David jolt slightly. He turned and looked at me
through drowsy eyes. He smiled lightly and raised his hand to his
face and rubbed his eyes gently and then dragged his hand through
his hair. He then rested it above his head on his pillow. My dad
kept looking at me with bright blue eyes. They were wide and
caring; his eyes gave me the sense that they were scanning me. As
if looking inside me, for what I felt.
I, Abbey Granger, am not really one to cry. But at this moment,
my eyes seared with outrages, burning sensation of tears. I bit
back my tongue and swallowed hard. Yet, the battle between the
burning pains won over me. Tears began pouring down my cheeks. I
looked up at my dad with my watery eyes. The smile which sat on
his face, quickly faded, 'Oh Abbey,' he whispered. 'My little
girl,' He sat up in his bed; he placed his hand on my face and
softly whipped my tears away. He edged towards me, 'Come here,'
and he let me climb into his arms. I felt like how I did when I
was younger, and my dad would hug me tightly, till I was better.
'I must be worth something, for you to get this worked up for
me,' he chuckled. I let out a low laugh, and rested my head on
'Who said I was worked up about you?' I tried to joke. He laughed
quietly at this and prodded me in the ribs. 'Watch it you,' he
'Dad, I'm...' before I could continue, dad cut me off.
'Don't you even think about blaming yourself! This has nothing to
do with you. I was careless, that's all,' he said this firmly. I
knew I couldn't argue any further. Yet, I still felt this deep,
sickening, wrenching feeling pulling at my insides. I couldn't
help myself. I broke down into his shoulder. He rubbed my back
lovingly. 'Come on now, it's alright,' he said. I closed my eyes
and lay comfortablely in his arms. I always felt safe and
protected when I was with my dad, he always knew what to say and
how to make me feel better. As I curled up in my dad's hold, he
became still and calm. Neither of us spoke, just the sound of the
strange and complicated machines that beeped and bleeped. Minutes
flew by. I looked up and David had fallen asleep. His chin rested
on my head. Quietly, I climbed off the bed, and lowered his head
carefully onto the pillow. My throat felt dry and crisp. So, I
crept out the room and went to get myself a drink.
When I walked out the room, I saw Robert sat hunched in his chair
staring at the opposite wall. A rush of deep gratitude seemed to
run through my body. At the sound of my footsteps, Robert lifted
his head and turned to look at me. He stood up gracefully and
just kept on looking at me. He stood rigid, his hands deep in his
jean pockets. I marvelled at his beauty. His radiant brown curls
hung loosely on his head. Robert's moonlit green eyes stared into
me and didn't blink at all. He had high raised cheek bones, which
gave him the look of grand superior. Many people had said it,
whenever Robert walked in the room; he gave the sense of owning
the place. But he isn't like that at all.
I ran to him, and flung myself at him. I felt his arms wrap
around me. I ran my hands through his curls. I could feel his
head on my shoulders. His warm breath made my skin feel tingly.
He pulled away from me, but keeping a slight hold of my back.
'Are you alright?' he spoke softly and quietly. 'Yeah, yeah I'm
fine. How come you waited so long?' I asked.
'Well, I couldn't leave you could I? I love you,' he smirked as
he said this.
'I love you too,' I muttered. He lowered himself down to my
height, and kissed me.
The kiss ended, and Robert looked down at Abbey. Her beautiful
face was alighted with a radiant smile. Her long, glistening and
brown hair trailed over her shoulders. Her raised cheek bones,
glistened with a natural rose shade. Robert held onto her slender
I looked down at her. Yet, before we could say or do anything
else. A mad beating erupted from David's room. 'What going on in
there?' Abbey gasped. She pulled away from my hold and ran to the
doorway. I followed suit. Abbey stood in the doorway gaping.
Horror entered her face. She ran to David's side. I stepped into
room. The site was heartbreaking.
David's body jolted fiercely in different directions. His head
tore back, followed by his eyes rolling into the back of his
head. The whites of them were dull. He choked savagely. Abbey
fell to her knees. She grabbed hold of David's hand, shouting his
name. I didn't know what to do. Her eyes widened, yet no tears
trickled down. She kept yelling David's name. She throw herself
onto his chest, and held tightly onto his face. 'Dad, Dad!' she
cried. At that moment, Doctor Swayne came rushing in, followed by
serious looking staff. Before Doctor Swayne looked at me, his
face showed the sincere expression that what about to happen
wasn't good. He turned his eyes to Abbey, who sat crouching at
David's side now, filling the room with disheartening and
daunting screams. I nodded my head slowly at him.
I travelled towards Abbey and went down to her level.
'Abbey...Abbey, come on,' I tried to keep my voice as soothing as
possible. I placed my hands shivering waist. But she pulled away.
'No, no. I can't!' She wailed. She held on to David's arm. His
body had slowly stopped shaking so violently. Now, he looked as
though he was in a deep and troubled sleep. But, yet, he wasn't
moving a single bit. 'Abbey, come on. They can help him, come
on,' I kept my voice low and sedate. 'NO! I can't! I can't leave
him!' She sobbed. 'Robert, please, I don't want to leave
'I know. Come on now,' I said. She nodded lightly. I placed my
arm around her and supported her with the other. She staggered to
her feet and allowed me to guide her out.
We walked slowly till we reached the family waiting room. We
waited there for a while. I took of my jacket off and placed
across Abbey. She lay curled up across my lap. She held one of my
hands, and pressed it against her face. As she huddled her face
away into trembling hands, I could feel her breath against my
hand. It was cold and felt sharp, with her fear and worry. I
slowly ran my other hand through her smooth and beautiful hair. I
leant down and kissed her head. As I pulled up, I gently brushed
my forefinger against her once glowing cheek, which now looked a
pale and sickening white. Her eyes were blood shot and puffy,
with her mascara smudged underneath. I wanted to say something to
her, to comfort her. I wanted to try and get rid of heavy feeling
which I felt and knew she felt twice as worse. Time passed by,
but still didn't bring us any news.
No news came. To Abbey, it felt like she had been waiting
years. She rose from lying across Robert's lap and leant against
his shoulder instead. She kept her eyes closed, hoping that she
would open them and just find that she was making all this up in
her head. At this moment and at this time, different feelings and
thoughts rushed about her. She didn't understand it. Apart of her
wanted to wait and see what the Doctor would say, but something
gave her feeling that they would bring nothing but bad news. In
her mind, she didn't know if she could bear to take bad news.
However, after a few taunting minutes, the tall and skinny
Doctor Swayne appeared at the side of the door. His face was long
and solemn. His eyes fell on Abbey, who looked back at him. She
knew that he wished to speak to her, but she didn't move, but
only lowered her eyes away from him. Robert got up went to speak
to Doctor Swayne instead. After a couple minutes, Robert came
back in. Abbey's eyes followed the doctor has he fell out of
'Abbey,' was all of what Robert could say. He took a deep
breath and tried to carry. 'David didn't respond to the
treatment. He...he, fell into a kind of comma, and well, he
hasn't woken up. I'm sorry Abbey...' She didn't do anything. She
didn't move or speak. She just sat there. Robert watched her
cautiously. He lifted his hand to hold hers. But before he could,
Abbey walked out the room, leaving the door to slam shut and let
its hinges moan.
It's not that I didn't care for my dad, because he meant the
world to me. He was what made everything simple and easy to cope
with. But something inside me, made me feel fragile. By this I
mean; I didn't know whether I could stand seeing my father like
this. Seeing him have that fit. It broke my heart. So I knew
inside that, for sure, that I didn't want to risk having that
memory of him stain my mind and have that as the last memory of
which I remember. I wanted to keep my memories of him happy and
clear. I knew my father would understand. From that day I didn't
see my father in hospital.
My Uncle Clive, my dad's brother, had come to look after me. My
father and Clive had always got on well together, complete
opposites of each other in personality though, yet when it came
to looks, they were very similar. They both had long, swiping,
brown hair which came just above their eyes. They both shared
similar and handsome faces. They were strong and muscular, with
sharp and wise facial features. They both shared bright, shining
eyes. Except, David's eyes were bright, peaceful and a sparkling
blue. While, Clive had dark, powerful and mystic brown eyes,
which matched his personality. Both tall in height, except a
couple inches difference from David, who was the tallest and
oldest. Uncle Clive was there for my father when my mother walked
out of us. He supported us.
I stayed with him in my house, while David was in hospital,
well...till he left hospital. Robert also stayed with us. His
father, surprisingly, allowed this, and had come round to speak
to me. He said how sorry he was for me, and if there was anything
I needed or wanted, he would be happy to help. Well, I must be
honest; I nearly fell down flat on my face. Since I decided not
to visit my dad, Clive had been going.
I spoke to my uncle about the choice I had made. 'Would he
understand?' I asked quietly. I sat on the sofa, just staring at
my hands. 'Yes, he would. To be honest, I don't think he would
want you to see him like this,' Clive replied. It made it hard
speaking to him about this, because he had eyes so similar to my
dad's. It felt like I was betraying him.
'You really think he would want that?' I asked still staring at
my fingers. 'I know he would,' Clive answered sternly. 'I don't
know if you knew this. But David did the same as you.' I looked
up at my uncle in confusion. I narrowed my brows. 'He did,' his
voice became quiet and soft. 'When our father was in hospital,
dying (his voice fell quiet as he said that word), David refused
to visit him. It wasn't that he was being difficult or horrible.
But like you, he didn't want his last memory to be of his father
being the way he was. Our mother understood completely,' he voice
trailed off. He lifted his head and looked at me. 'Well, he never
told me that,' I laughed lightly. Something felt something lift
inside me. I had never been told this, never. Inside of my mind,
my decision suddenly felt slightly easier, because now I knew my
dad had done the same, then he would have understood.
I turned to look at my uncle. He placed his hand on my mine, and
squeezed them lightly. He gave me a small smile. 'You, Abbey, you
are more like your father than you know,' he spoke this quietly
and low. This was strange to hear Clive say something so kind and
touching, because he isn't really a sentimental person, he is
kind and friendly, but he had never been the best at, well a
'softy'. He moved towards me and hugged me softly. 'Wow! This is
something different,' I tried to joke, but I couldn't find any
humour to joke at all. After a few seconds, we pulled away. It
wasn't awkward, but I'm like Uncle Clive. When it comes to
comforting people, I never know what to say or do. I always have
the fear that I will make them cry more.
Time passed slowly. I soon found myself lying in bed. I sat in
the mouth of the darkness. I had the duvet up to my chin. Somehow
though, my body didn't seem too get any warmer. My bones had a
deathly chill sitting in them. My skin slithered and crawled, as
my veins felt like my blood had stopped flowing through them, and
had frozen over. All I could think about was my dad. Was I doing
the right thing? He had done the same when he was younger and
Uncle Clive said David wouldn't want me seeing him like the way
he was. For some strange reason, I jerked upwards and leant down
to reach my notepad. I grabbed the nearest pen and began
scribbling down on to it. I was writing a letter to my father.
The first thing I want to say to you is, I love you Dad. I want
you to know that I will be following what you did when you were
younger, with your father. So, I decided to write you a letter
each day, and get Uncle Clive to read it. I know you would
understand and that you would tell me to do this.
To lighten the mood, I know this is typical of me,
but...Doctor Swayne, is very hot. The long brown hair, and large
sparkly eyes and he is a doctor!! Just please don't tell Robert
this, I love him very much, but your Doctor is lovely. I know
what you're thinking, and Uncle Clive. But luckily I am not that
there, to see you both role your eyes and sigh heavily at me.
Don't worry though; I am happy with my guy.
You'll be pleased to know; I am learning how to clean my own
washing and haven't blown the cooker up yet! I can hear what
you're thinking now, 'Oh Gosh, please don't let her near the
oven!!' However, no need to panic, Robert and Uncle Clive are
teaching me well. Only one thing, Uncle Clive needs to learn that
I don't appreciate picking up his dirty boxers. Sorry Uncle
Clive, but I put my foot down at that!
Anyway, I am going to stop now. Your lovely brother is
standing outside my room, with a deadly tooth brush and tube of
tooth paste, and stern look on his face. Scary. I think this is a
warning to go to bed.
Another letter coming tomorrow!
I read the letter through again. I then folded it and wrote
'My brilliant Dad! Love your brilliant daughter x.' I
placed the letter on my bedside table, and attempted to try and
go to sleep.
At 11:00 in the morning, Clive was pulling on his woolly
travelling coat and began tying his shoe laces, ready to go and
visit David. When his niece, Abbey, came walking to him clutching
a piece of paper, and an envelope in her small hands.
''What've you got there, kiddo?' I asked. Throughout the past few
days, I tried to remain as calm and happy as possible, for
Abbey's sake. Since she found out about her dad, she hadn't been
her usual up beat and lively self. She had lost the shine to her
eyes and the cheery shade of red to her cheeks. Yet, I knew my
niece very well, and Abbey was never one to speak to someone
about what she was feeling. She would bottle things up to the
extent where she would wind herself into such a state. Abbey
looked at me and faked a smile. 'I, err, have a letter I have
written to my dad, and some photos here,' she said lifting each
thing in an different hand. 'Because I'm not going to see my dad,
I was wondering whether you read letters to him from me...or is
that-,' she trailed off. I looked straight at her. She was so
much like her father. 'That's a good idea,' I complemented
'I am going to be writing a letter each day,' she muttered. She
handed me the letter and photos. 'Could you read him the letters
please, to him? Also, could you put those photos in his room?' I
saw her eyes glistened with fresh tears. 'Of course,' I walked
towards her, and placed my hand at the back of her head, and
kissed her forehead lightly. I saw her close her eyes at my
touch. 'Call me when you are coming home,' she said quietly. I
nodded and winked at her, and set off.
When I got in the car, I checked to make sure Abbey couldn't see.
I edged onto opening the letter. But I couldn't. I felt wrong
opening it, as it was for David. So I tucked it away in my shirt
pocket. However, I opened the envelope containing the photos. As
I did so, they all fell into my lap. I scooped them up and looked
at the first one. The picture was of David and Abbey. The photo
didn't look to old, only resent. Abbey's face was looking
directly up at mine. She was pulling a strange face to the
camera. Then next to her was David, who sat next to her grinning
and laughing. I chuckled lightly at the picture. Like I said,
just like her father. A poser.
I put that one down, and looked at the next one. This one was of
me, David and Abbey. David and I looked very young on the
picture, and so did Abbey. She looked about the age of three or
four. Her hair was in high pig tails, with red bows tied in. She
was sat on David's knee, but was holding one of my hands and
looking at me with a cheeky grin. As I kept looking at the
picture, I felt my eyes begin to swim in salty tears. My heart
felt like it was drowning in the sad, but happy memories which
came flooding back to me. It suddenly struck me that this was
just before Lucy walked out on David and Abbey.
I rubbed my eyes, and breathed in fresh air. I put the photos
back into the envelope and resealed it. After I did that, I stuck
the radio on, but changing it to the Beatles Soundtrack. I
fiddled around choosing a track, and finally decided on 'Here
comes the Sun'. I set off for the hospital.
As I turned into the hospital car park, a sudden pang of dread
filled me. I sat in the car staring straight ahead at nothing. My
hands fell from the steering wheel. It hadn't clicked in my head.
My eldest and only brother was in the building opposite me. My
brother who was critically ill. My heart sank. My brother had
been through so much, these past seventeen years. He had become a
father at the age of sixteen. His girlfriend and mother of his
child walked out on him. He still became a successful journalist,
bought up a beautiful and wonderful daughter. I admired him. This
was not right or even fair that this happened to him. 'God damn
it!' I slammed my hands down the steering wheel. A loud honking
noise made me jump fiercely. I turned round and saw an old ugly
man sat behind me in an old banger waving his fists at me. I
looked around and a queue of cars was forming behind me. I hadn't
realised, I had just stopped randomly in the middle of the car
park. My cheeks felt wet and cold. I touched them and tears had
begun running down my cheeks. I wiped my eyes, and began to find
a space to park in.
I muttered rude suggestions to the man in the car behind me under
my breath. A few minutes later, I pulled into a near space. I
trudged through the frosty air which bit fiercely at my face.
After bracing the deathly cold, I was shown to the room where
David was. I stood in the doorway, clutching at the photos. I
noticed that around the blank cream room, people had already been
in or sent cards and message to David. There was a worn down
wooden chest of draws, in the far corner of the room, with
several brightly coloured cards sat on the top. Each one was very
similar, either saying, 'Miss you,', or 'Get well soon'.
After observing the cards, I turned my attention to David. He lay
so still on the bed. The cover pulled up to his arm pits, and
neatly tucked into the side of the bed, as if he was going to
escape. He arms lay rigid at his side. Motionless. In some way,
he looked uncomfortable. I walked to his side. His face was
bloodless and wax like. Yet his lips were a flaring red. His
chest rose and fell repeatedly, being filled with wasted air from
a creaking machine which sat next to him. Tubes were stuck to
every available part of his body. It was a harrowing scene to
witness. I felt entirely grateful that Abbey was here to see her
father like this. She was right; it was wrong for her memories to
be tarnished by this.
I began sticking the photos up, on the wall above his bed
Abbey watched as her uncle pulled out the drive, she waved to
him and then trudged to the kitchen. When she reached the
kitchen, she pulled out a chair at the kitchen stable and slumped
into it. She waited for Robert to come down