“Late night”


Yesterday night, I got home from softball practice to bad news. I had just found out that my father got diagnosed with cancer. I thought to myself “I can’t lose him. I just lost my aunt, not him, not this time.”
I sat in my room and cried all night. Losing him was losing my world. My father means everything to me, and to lose him will make me go insane. I’m too far from him. I need to see him, I really do. I miss him a whole bunch. He just got surgery; they removed something off his back.
“I WANT TO GO HOME!” I yelled. “I can’t stand being here. It’s not helping me at all.”

I looked out the window and said, “Dad, I miss you. I know you can’t hear me, but I need you to know that I miss, and love you. I’m sorry for all the cruel stuff I’ve done, but I really miss you Dad.”
I often never cry, but this is serious. I was walking all day in school with a smile on my face, but thats not how I really feel. It’s easy to fake a smile; everybody falls for it. I just sit here, and smile all the time, so that no one asks me, “What’s wrong?” I know that once somebody asks me, I’m going to break down.
I sat in Mrs. Miller’s classroom crying, hoping no one will ask me what wrong. Another thing I’ve found out was, my boyfriend wanted to take a break. It wasn’t his idea, it was kind of mine. Only because, sometimes, he gets me aggravated. All the stuff that has been going on has made an impact in my life.
That is: for me to move back to New York to be closer to my family.
I have no one out here. Besides my father, but it’s driving me insane. I mean, I love having him around, but I need a break.
Everything that’s happening, is happening so quick. Like they say “Everything always happens to the good people.” My father is the best father anyone can possibly have. He does everything he can for my brothers, sisters, and me. I love him to death. He always knows what to do when one of us is sad.
Although he isn’t my biological dad, I treat him like he is. When I’m down in New York, I always lay in bed with him, and I always giggle, and laugh with him. We always play the Wii together, and we always go to the park together. He’s basically my best friend. He’s also my number one. I tell him everything that goes on. He’s always on my mind. I know that sounds weird, but so what! He’s my father. I just can’t lose him, he’s my everything. He loves me, and I love him. I love him like there’s nothing better in the world.
It is now March 22, 2013, and I got bad news. My boyfriend and I, were going to take a break. I didn’t want to, but I had to clear my mind. I was so stressed out with everything. With everything that’s going on like Softball, not being able to see my parents, and having to take a break from my boyfriend. It was just so frustrating. As I lay in bed all day, my sister walked into my room. Oh great! I thought to myself.
“How can I help you?” I asked.
“What’s wrong, Destiny? You’ve been in your room all week.” She asked.
“YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT’S WRONG, BUT YOU CHOSE TO DO NOTHING! NOTHING AT ALL. WHAT TYPE OF SISTER ARE YOU?” I yelled and began crying.
“Well, what do you want me to do, there’s nothing I can--”
I cut her off “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO? MAYBE IF YOU TAKE ME TO MY FAMILY AND LET ME LIVE WITH THEM AGAIN I’LL BE FINE! I’LL BE MUCH BETTER OUT THERE THAN HERE!”
“Maybe I should let you go back.” She said.
“Yea maybe you should!” I spoke back. “I should let you go back so you can end up messing the rest of your life up right? That’s what you want! That’s all you care about! YOU KNOW WHY? YOU’RE A SELFISH LITTLE GIRL!”
As she finished speaking, she stormed out of my room and slammed the door shut.
“I HATE YOU! I WANT TO GO HOME.”
I got on my knees and began to pray that things would get better. I heard someone yelling, and I thought who can that be?
I opened my door, and wiped my tears. I stomped out of my room, and found my sister and her boyfriend well husband arguing again. Again? I thought. They’ve been going at it for two days straight now. I can’t take it anymore.
I covered my ears and yelled “SHUT UP!” They both looked at me, and thought I was completely insane. I began yelling “YOU’VE BEEN GOING AT IT FOR DAYS! WHAT’S THE PROBLEM. JUST SIT DOWN, AND TALK IT OUT. NOW I WANT TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS, AND FAST. SO YOU GUYS BETTER START SPEAKING!”
Omar said “She’s been horrible to me lately! She hasn’t paid any attention to me whatsoever. She doesn’t care. She has a new Cheo. He says.
Jackie replies harshly “Oh shut up! You always think I have another Cheo when I don’t. It’s so annoying. I’ve been busy, and been coming home late. I have to feed the my son and my sister, because you’re too lazy to do it.”
I jumped in and said “You know what? I’m tired of hearing Cheo this Cheo that. Make up, or break up!”
I ran into my room and slammed the door. I started praying again. I told God that, I’m sorry for being bad, I’m sorry for disrespecting my dad when I used to live in New York. I told him, I’m sorry for all the bad things I’ve done, and if He wash away all my sins, and He did.
I fell asleep, to music in my ears. As I woke up the next morning everyone seemed happy. They were all jolly, and making breakfast. To find out that morning, everything was going to be okay. I closed my eyes, and thanked the lord. I began to take a nap, and woke up around 8:00 P.M.
I walked out of my room, and a strange man wearing a black hat, raggedy shoes, a worn out blue coat, and dirty black jeans, was sitting on my couch. I asked him what he was doing there, but I got no answer. He was scaring me. I felt as if I were in a scary movie.
I walked downstairs to my sister’s room, but no one was there. I walked into my nephews room, but he wasn’t there. The only person who was in my house, was that old scary looking man. I didn’t know what to do, so I went into my room.
I began to get thirsty, so I slightly opened my door to check if the man was still there, but he was gone. At least I thought he was. I opened my door and walked out of my room. It was really dark out, and no one was home yet. I was getting worried. I started thinking scary thoughts, and I began to hear footsteps. The footsteps were getting louder and louder.
I hid under my bed, to see someone open the door. I covered my mouth, and my eyes began to tear up. I started crying. When my door closed, I began searching for my phone! I found it, and I immediately called my sister.
She answered and I said “Jackie, there’s someone in the house! Where are you?
She replied “What do you mean there’s someone in the house?”
“What do you think I’m lying? Please hurry up and get home. I’m under my bed and I’m scared.” I shot back.
She said “Okay, I’m 2 minutes away!”
“Wait don’t hang up, he’s coming!!”
They had finally reached the house, and Omar came inside.
I began to hold my mouth, because I began to hear footsteps. The front door opened, and I heard a shout.
“Dess are you there?” He shouted.
“Yes, I’m in my room.” I yelled.
He entered my room and helped me out from under my bed. I began crying in his arms. He wiped my eyes, and whispered “It’s okay Dess, I’m here. Lets go get you something to eat.”
We got up and walked out of my house. We got into the car, and drove off.