My Daddy, Gerard

24

I woke up a few hours later, with Frank sitting on the edge of my bed.

“Frank?” I said, pushing the red blanket off.

He didn’t answer me.

“Frank?” I said again, louder.

He looked at me with an awkward smile/frown.

I frowned. “What, Frankie?”

Still no answer. He looked down.

“Frank!” I practically screamed, on the verge of tears.

He looked back at me, chewing on his lip. “Alison,” he started, sadness lacing every letter, “I’ve been thinking.”

I looked down, and tears fell with no sound. “You’re breaking up with me.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Yes.” He shook his head. “I’m really sorry, truly. But I’m willing to wait for you; I’ll wait until you’re legal, or at least seventeen. You’re almost fourteen and I’m almost twenty-six. That’s just too big of a difference right now.”

I was sobbing, now. “Just… Just go,” I said through my tears, pointing to the door.
“That’s fair,” he said, standing up and wiping his eyes. As he was halfway out the door, he said again, “I’m sorry.”

And the man that used to be mine walked out the door.
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i know it's short, sue me. AND HA! (:

i had been planning on doing sequels like my daddy, frank, and my husband, frank and stuff... BUT NOW THAT'S OVER :D

you would have never expected this to happen.