Chapter Six
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picked up his granddaughter and brought her home. Ever since then, she
has been acting strange. Her and her father have been weird incidents,
like this:
"Dad?" she would ask.
"Yes, honey?" Ryan would responded.
"I need to tell you something about mom--" Then she would stop and
look over to the side, with a frown on her face.
"Tell me what?"
"Never mind."
Then she would run away into her room. She done this three or four
times a month for five months.
Joel was over her house and was talking to Ryan. She walked up to Ryan
and asked, "Can I talk to you in my room?"
"Sure" Ryan responded.
Ryan pulled himself off the coach and walked with his daughter into
her room. Joel stayed on the coach, watching television.
Once Ryan and his daughter arrived in her room, Ryan closed the door
and sat next to his daughter on the end of her bed, putting his arm
around her to hold her.
"Now, ever since you were with your aunt, you wanted to tell me
something about your mother."
"Yeah."
"Is that why you wanted to talk to me?"
"Yeah."
"What is it?"
"Ummm....."
"Honey," said Ryan, kissing his daughter on her head, "can you please
tell me this thing about your mother. I really want to know."
There was silence from his daughter. Ryan slid off the coach and
kneeled on his knee towards his daughter, holding her in his arms.
"Honey," he said "please tell me, it's been on my mind ever since you
first mentioned it."
There was still silence.
"You know I love your mother, right?"
His daughter nods her head yes.
"Is that why you won't tell me?"
His daughter nods her head no.
"Then what is it?"
"I can't." said his daughter.
"You can't what?"
"I can't tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"This thing about mom, I just can't tell you."
His daughter then started to cry.
"Why? Why not?"
"I just can't."
Ryan's daughter then ran into the bathroom next to her room and locked
it. Along with his daughter, Ryan was crying. He was in desperate need
of what his daughter wanted to tell him. He missed Ashley a lot, and
he loved her, too. He missed her too much to watch his actions lately.
Most nights, he cried himself to sleep, thinking of all the memories
of him and Ashley.
Before, he was the happiest guy in the would. He couldn't be happier.
He didn't need anything more than his wife and his daughter. Now, all
he has is a daughter, a shattered heart, and shattered memories.
Things aren't the same any more. Everything is in black and white,
instead of color, like it used to be. He didn't mind the fighting with
Ashley's father. As long as he had Ashley, he was the happiest person
alive. Now the fighting had stop. He'd rather fight and have bruises
and have Ashley than no fighting and not having Ashley. Ashley was
literally his life. The only reason he's living now is because of his
daughter. His daughter is the closet thing to Ashley than anything
else and if he lost his daughter, too, he would take his life. He
would sacrifice his life, even though he might go to Hell and not see
his wife and his daughter in Heaven. He did not want to live his life
without any trace of Ashley. Ashley and his daughter is basically all
he had. After Ashley and Ryan had ran away, every one of his friend
betrayed him and didn't want to talk to him after he came back. Ashley
and his daughter were the only people that loved him, threw the bad
times and the good times, and he would never forget that.
Late that night, after Ryan's daughter calmed down and came out of the
locked bathroom and after Joel had left, Ryan and his daughter were
sleeping. Ryan was in his room sleeping and his daughter was in her
room, not sleeping. She was going threw a box of her mother's that her
mother had given to her just before she past away. No one else knew
about this box.
Around mid-night, Ryan was still awake in his bed, crying because he
was thinking of Ashley, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned
around and saw that it was his daughter.
"Dad, are you okay?" asked his daughter.
"Yeah, I'm okay." answered Ryan, whipping a tear from his eye.
"Why are you crying?"
"Nothing."
"It's mom, isn't it?"
Ryan nods his head yes.
"Then maybe I shouldn't show this to you." said his daughter.
"What is it?" asked Ryan.
"It's a poem that mom had given to me. I think she written it just for
you."
Ryan gently grabbed the piece of paper with the poem on it.
"Oh, yeah, dad." said his daughter.
"Yeah, honey?"
"I'm sorry for how I acted earlier."
"It's okay."
Ryan read the poem that Ashley had written for him. It said:
He is the man of my life.
Not the guy of my life,
But the man of my life.
He is the man of my life,
Not the guy of my life
Because the man I love,
Is not a guy,
Nor a boy.
Nor a male,
He is the man
That is always there for me.
He is the man
That will fight for me,
For what he believes,
Not what my father believes.
He is the man
That loves me,
For who I am.
These are the main points of
Being the man of my life
And this man has all of these points.
And that is why
He is the man of my life,
Not the guy of my life.
After Ryan had read it, he hug his daughter and kissed her on the top
of her forehead. He tried not to cry, but couldn't help it. He had his
daughter next to him to comfort him, which she did.
"You remind of your mother." said Ryan, after he got himself together.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" asked his daughter.
"It's a good thing."
"Have you and grandpa stop fighting?"
Ryan gave his daughter a confused look.
"You know, about how he doesn't really like you and everything."
"How did you know that?"
"I just know."
"Yes, we have stop fighting."
"Mom's alive."
"What?" Ryan said, surprisingly.
"Mom's alive, after the crash, she was bleeding badly. She could of
dead, but she kept strong. She told the doctor to tell us that she was
dead to stop the fighting from happening. I guess that was her way of
saying stop."
There was dead silence.
"Are you okay, dad?" asked Ryan's daughter.
"Yeah, I'm okay." answered Ryan.
There was still silence.
"Is that what you've been trying to tell me for the past couple of
months?"
"Yeah."
"Where is she?"
"She's living with Aunt Brandy."
Ryan kissed his daughter on her head. He waited for his daughter to
fall asleep to call Ashley.
"Hi, is Ashley there?" asked Ryan.
"Whose this?" asked Brandy.
"Ryan."
"Oh, hi."
"Hi, is Ashley there?"
"Yeah, let me get her."
"Okay."
A Second Later
"Here." Ryan heard Brandy said.
"Hello?" asked Ashley.
"Hi, Ashley?" asked Ryan.
"Yeah, Ryan?"
"Yeah, oh my gosh, you're alive, oh my gosh." Ryan said, crying his
heart out.
"Ryan, babe, you know why I did this, right?"
"Yeah, and I forgive you. I just want you to come back home. Nothing
is the same without you."
"Oh, babe, I'll be home in the morning. Okay?"
"Okay."
"I love you."
"I love you, too, babe."
"Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
The Next Morning
The next morning, Ryan's daughter didn't go to school so she could see
her mother when she arrived home. Before Ashley arrived home, Ryan
woken up really early, hardly getting any sleep, and drove to the
nearest flower store and bought a dozen bouquets of a dozen flowers.
Then, he went to a chocolate store and bought a whole lot of
chocolate. Then he went to a teddy bear store and bought one three
foot tall teddy bear with the arms holding a heart in the front of the
bear that said "I love you" and twelve mini teddy bears and drove back
home. He set the kitchen table up, against the wall with the three
foot teddy bear in the middle of the table, against the wall. The
twelve mini teddy bears surrounded the three foot bear, with the
eleven of the dozen bouquets of flowers. The chocolate was spread out
between the spots that had nothing in them.
When Ashley arrived home, Ryan greeted her with the one bouquet of a
dozen flowers that he didn't put on the table. Ryan and Ashley kissed
at the door. Their daughter was in her room, which was upstairs.
Ashley made her way into the kitchen while Ryan took her luggage to
their room. Ashley was amazed of the table that Ryan had put together.
She walked over to it, and saw that there was a card. She read the
card. It read:
She is the woman of my life.
Not the girl of my life.
But the woman of my life.
She is the woman of my life,
Not the girl of my life
Because she knows what I'm up to,
With just a glance.
She is the woman of my life
Because she still loves me,
Even though I might fight with the man
That she loves the most.
These are the main points of
Being the woman of my life
And this woman has all of these points.
And that is why
She is the woman of my life,
Not the girl of my life.
Right after Ashley was done reading the letter, Ryan walked up behind
Ashley and put his arms around Ashley's hips. He kissed Ashley oh the
head. She turned around and kissed him on the lips.
"MOMMY!" Ashley heard her daughter say, from the top of the stairs.
Her daughter ran down the stairs, almost making herself trip down the
stairs, and hugged her mother.
"I missed you." said Ashley's daughter, after her and her mother was
done hugging.
"I missed you, too." said Ashley.
"We all missed you." said Ryan, getting done on his knee so he could
be around the same height has his wife and daughter. He put his arm
around both of them and hugged them.
Later that after noon, Joel heard the news and drove right over to his
daughter's house to see his daughter.