The Accident.

It was 3 am when the phone rang. I could hear Kelly crying, even from 3 rooms over. It took 5 minutes before my door slammed open. "It's all my fault" tears were streaming down her face. "Your dad was in an accident."

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I couldn't breathe as we walked through the hospital and I had to admit that I was still pinching myself to see if this were some crazy dream. The smell of cleaning solution burned my nose and all the white had me squinting. Kelly was in front of Mason and I and I felt Mason squeeze my hand. I looked up at him, my vision suddenly blurry. I wasn't prepared for what we would see. The police officer gave no details, only that dad's completely totaled car was being towed away.

The doctor led us to my dads room and I heard Kelly gasp. "There's a significant amount of brain damage and we're under the impression that he is in a coma. We don't know when... Or if he'll wake up. But when he does, then we can tell you what precautions to take. He also has a broken rib and a fractured ankle." Kelly's hands went to her face and she sobbed. The doctor put his hand on her shoulder. He told her a bunch of other medical stuff that only she would understand.

I had been standing behind the blinds, so I have yet to see my father and by the way that Kelly cried, I didn't think I wanted to. I took a few steps forward and I could literally feel my heart breaking as I looked at my father. Many emotions swarmed around in my head. I was angry at Kelly, my mother, my father, myself. But most of all I was sad.

Kelly put her hand on my shoulder and I snatched away. I didn't look directly at her, but I could see her hurt through in the glass reflection. "If you wouldn't have told him to go, he wouldn't be in a coma. He was drunk." I turned around angrily and I saw Kelly flinch. "HE WAS DRUNK AND YOU TOLD HIM TO GO! If he dies, it's your fault." Her eyes were watering again. I regretted what I said the moment I said it but I was too angry to apologize.

I walked out of the hospital and called Maya. I asked her to come pick me up. It was now 4:30 and I was fully aware of that. Maya complained a little but after I told her what happened she told me she was on her way. Someones hand grabbed my shoulder and turned around. Mason stood, his eyes red. "Are you okay?" I shook my head. "My moms pretty upset..." He wanted me to say sorry to her.

"I don't care Mason. My dads in a coma." He frowned and grabbed my hand. "Don't touch me! Don't." I started crying again and I just wanted it to stop. I got in the car with my. She gave me a sympathetic look as she drove off, leaving Mason standing there.

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The last few days were hectic. My dad still hasn't woken up and I haven't talked to Mason or Kelly. I've been staying with Maya and her dad for the past 3 days. I've been at hospital when I wasn't in school. Kelly has been up there too but when she comes into the room, I leave and wait in the waiting room. She'll come out crying every time and I hesitate to comfort her, but I'm just reminded that if she hadn't kicked him out, we wouldn't even be here.

I stood as she walked out and went into my fathers room and sat down. I clasped his cold hand between my two warm ones. "Please wake up..." I squeezed his hand and frowned. A shadow appeared in the doorway and I turned to look up. "What the hell are you doing here."

She came in and sat down in on of the extra chairs and crossed her legs. "Charlotte Rose, watch your language, I am still your mother and you will not take that tone with me." She looked over at my father and grimaced. She switched her legs and put her hands under her legs.

"It was your perfume, wasn't it?" She looked confused for a brief second. "Oh don't play dumb. You know damn well what I'm talking about. HE.." I pointed to my father. "SMELLED LIKE YOU." I pointed to her. I don't know why I was so angry lately... "You're even wearing it now!" She shifted awkwardly in her seat.

"Look Charlotte--"

"Charlie."

"Huh?"

"My name is Charlie... Not Charlotte. You would know that if you bothered to talk to me."

"Look... Charlie.. Your father dropped by and I could tell he was drunk. And my husband just filed for divorce. I was upset and he was there. We kissed but that's all that happened. I'm sorry." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a hand fly across her face. Kelly stood there in tears and my mother sat with her hand covering her cheek.

"You knew he was engaged..." My mother stood and Kelly went into the hall, where my mother followed closely behind trying to explain herself. That when the monitors went off. A crowd of doctors rushed into the room and forced me out. One of the doctors pulled out a defibrillator. They mumbled a bunch of numbers and I watched as they shocked my fathers chest a numerous amount of times.

The doctor frowned as he checked his watch. He looked towards the window and I could see the pain in his face. They put the blanket over my dads face and I felt my heart drop and suddenly I couldn't breathe. The white walls blurred and I felt someone's hand touch my shoulder. I whipped around and faced my mother and Kelly. "This is all your fault." I chocked on every word. "HE WAS FINE. HE WAS BREATHING AND THEY SAID THERE WAS A POSSIBILITY HE WOULD WAKE UP!!!! BUT YOU AND YOU" I pointed to both of them. "YOU JUST HAD TO ARGUE IN THERE!"

"Cha--" I shook my head and ran my hands through my hair, clutching every now and then.

"Don't talk to me. EVER Again."

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I straightened the wrinkles in my black dress and frowned as it just ruffled up again. I sighed as I slipped on my shoes and tied my hair up in a neat bun. I picked up the picture of my father and I and smiled. We had taken it two days before my mother left and I was actually happy. His smile was wide as he wrapped his arm around me.

His funeral was today and I didn't know if I was going to get through it. I didn't bother with make up because it was just going to be running down my face the moment I stepped into the funeral hall. It's been two weeks since his death and I'm still crying myself to sleep remembering how he looked tied up to all those machines, how Kelly looked barging into my room, and how the doctor looked after he called Time of death.

I put the picture down on the desk and grabbed my phone. Non stop people have been texting, tweeting, writing "I'm sorry for your lose," "he was a great man," "no one deserves to lose a father so young." And I just want to throw my phone across the room. Those statements meant nothing and they were just mechanical things people say when someone dies. I wanted it to stop.

I had a feeling that Kelly, Mason and My Mother would be there today. I mean, they both loved my father at one point in time so they wouldn't miss his funeral. I had no intentions on speaking to either one of them. It seemed cruel, and so was blaming them for my fathers death, but they both played an equal part and I could never forgive them for that. But it turns out the other medical stuff the doctor was talking about, was that my father had major kidney failure, and that played another part in his death.

I walked downstairs where Maya and her dad were waiting, both dressed respectively in black. They both gave me a sympathetic smile and I sat at the table. Her dad put a plate of eggs in front of me and I pushed it away and smiled. "No thanks. I'm not hungry." He frowned and I could see the worry. I didn't want to eat today in case I threw it back up. Maya grabbed my hand and smiled.

"It's time to go." She pulled me up and we walked to the car. The car ride was short but the service was long. So many people saying how sorry they were. A few cops from his station put together a speech and I gave his eulogy, or at least tried to.

"My father was a great man, he worked hard for what he got. He basically took care of me alone when my mother abandoned us." I looked directly at her and even through her tears, I could see the red tint in her cheek. "He used to sing me to sleep in that horrible voice of his. He has never had a problem with drinking until a few days before his death. Aside from that, he was a wonderful father and an even better cop. He never judged anyone and he never hurt anyone. He died..." I chocked on the word and more tears fell. "He--" I couldn't breathe. I dropped the paper and ran off of the stage.

I dashed outside and say on the curb. Someone sat beside me. His hand clutched in mine and I looked up. Mason frowned and held my hand tighter. I laid my head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry." I shook my head. "I know this was hard for you. I had trouble when I lost my dad, and the thing I hated the most was when they told me that he was a good person." He let out a sad laugh. "Mike was a better father to me than my actual father. I loved him the first time I heard my mother laugh again. Charlie, I can help you get through this, if you let me." I looked up at him and he nodded. "I want to help."

I smiled the best I could and kissed him. It was slow and he was being careful. He wanted me to trust him and right now, he was the only one I could trust.

The door to the funeral hall opened and I heard something fall to the ground. I broke apart from the kiss and Maya stood there mouth agape. Beside her, was Kelly.

She looked angry.