Meeting My Dad by Samantha (the beginning after the end novel read .TXT) 📕

big long hug, and before I knew it we were both crying. My dad and I wiped are tears and smiled at each other. Then John and I plus the three children got in the Tracker. Tears were again running gown my face as I looked at my dad out the tracker window, still not wanting to leave. As John started the Tracker and started to drive away slowly out of the driveway on to the road. I just kept on looking at my dad, and noticing that the look on his face was very sad. I knew that he didn’t want me to leave either. He didn’t tell me with words, but the look on his face said everything. I continued to look at my dad as we drove down the road until we took a turn, and I was no longer was able to see him in my sight.
The two to three hour drive was very long for me sitting in the Tracker. With my heart aching, tears rolling down my face, and my mind wanting to jump out of the Tracker and run back to him with open arms of happiness. But I knew that I wouldn’t be able to do that, and it hurt me in side. So tears still running down my face remembering the good times we had on are visit and it was a quiet ride home.


Chapter 4

All of us arrived back home that seemed to be for many days for me, but was a two to three hour drive. When we all brought our stuff in from the Tracker, and put it all away. I called my dad to let him know that we were back home, but my Aunt answered the phone and told me that “he was sad and upset from me leaving that he took a nap”. So I told my Aunt “ok when he wakes up tell him we are back home and that I will talk to him later or he can call me later either way”. My Aunt said “ok” We both said “bye” and hung up the phone.
After a couple weeks of calling my dad and my dad calling me on the phone. I received a phone call from my Aunt saying that my dad is drinking and drunk as we speak plus walking around causing problems. At the time when I got the news from my Aunt. I said to my self “ oh god he’s not supposed to drink anymore any why”? My aunt got my dad on the phone after many hours and when he was a little more sober to talk from drinking. I started to talk with him asking him what was going on and why are you drinking. My dad started to talk and to cry on the phone saying that he did wrong and that he was sorry Then it started when we were talking that he was yelling at me and saying things that didn’t make since. I knew that at that point, he was still drinking and wasn’t close to being sober plus he was hanging up on me and calling me back many times. I got sick of all of the multi phone calls he was making that I shut off the phone. I waited to call him back for a couple days, and taking the chance that he would be sober. Then I could talk with him when he wasn’t drinking and acting like a crazy person on the phone.
Then the couple days pasted and I called him, he answered the phone and he sounded like he wasn’t drinking I could understand him clear which put a smile on my face. So I asked him why he started drinking again and that’s when he said “ I was stressed out from being here in the house and not going anywhere plus with everything going on in the family (disputes). Then he told me that he’s an adult and not in prison anymore that no one can tell him not to drink if he wants a drink”. My dad at that point in his voice sounded like he was pissed and like don’t mess with me attitude . So I said “ok” just to leave it at that. I didn’t want to argue with my dad and never did.
Then I asked my dad that if it is to stressful to be there, then would you like to stay with us for a while? My dad said “ well I wouldn’t want to be a burden to you with your wedding coming up and the move to your new place”. I told my dad “ how would you be a burden you are my dad, your family plus you could help us with the wedding setting up and help me pack”. Then my dad said ok. Then I told my dad that I would call him back.
Then John and I talked about when and what time to pick up my dad. We decided to pick him up the next day around noon to three o’clock. Then I called my dad and my Aunt back to let them know that night on are plans to pick him up. My Aunt told me “that if that’s what he wants to do then it’s up to him, but he can’t come back her to stay. He caused to many problems with the people around here, plus my landlord don’t want him here either.
The next day we all got up and John got ready to leave to pick up my dad. The kids and I stayed home cause there wouldn’t be any room in the Tracker for all of us and my dad, plus I had to do the packing for the move to are new place that we got. So while John was leaving and on his way to get my dad, I started to pack and clean plus watching the kids, then the phone rang. It was my Aunt calling me to tell me that my dad was taking all of her food that she had, in the house with him and putting it in a big plastic bag. Know she made it sound like he filled that bag to the top and left nothing in her house to eat. So I told her to calm down and that I really don’t know what to do, but to talk to him to find out what’s going on. Then I told my Aunt let me call you in a few I will call John and let him know on what you told me and find out where he is at. So I call John’s cell phone that he had on him, and told him about what my Aunt told me and that I was going to call back and talk with my dad. I also asked John how far away was he at, “he said maybe a half hour away”. So I said ok, and we both hung up are phones.
So then I called my Aunt she handed my dad the phone, and I asked him what’s going on with this food thing. My dad then said that he was only taking his food that he got from the food shelf and that he doesn’t know what she’s was talking about. So as I was on the phone talking with my dad I hear my Aunt in the back ground saying that John is here, then I heard his voice going in the my Aunt’s place.
Then my Aunt got back on the phone and told me that she doesn’t have a lot of food in her frig now. Know right at this point I felt like I was in the middle of this hole thing just because my dad is going to be staying with us know. So I plainly told my Aunt I don’t know I don’t know what to do I am not there and I asked her to hand the phone to John. So know John was on the phone. I asked him to see what size bag that my dad had, and I told him everything that my Aunt said to me. So John said hold on I will find out and I just got here plus I just got out of the bathroom. I told him “ok call me back” and I let him go, to go check out what was the big deal, and waited for him to call me back. So while waiting for John to call me back while finding out how big the bag was and how much food my dad put in the bag. I continued with the house over on my end. Then the phone rang again as I just started something and again I had to stop with what I was doing. It was John I picked up the phone. John then he told me that it was a regular kitchen trash bag, and that it was only not even half full. So I said “ok”. Then John told me that he would call me back when they leave and on there way back. So John and I hung up the phone, and then about ten to fifteen minutes later the phone rings again. Know at this point I wanted to throw the phone out the door, but didn’t. It was John, he said “we are in the Tracker and on are way”. I said “ok” and we both hung up the phone again. Then I went back to cleaning and packing again. After about three hours went by they showed up back home. My dad was the first one to get out of the Tracker, and he grabbed his stuff out from the back. John then got out of the Tracker, and they both walked up to the front door. I opened the door for them and gave a hug to my dad.
Before they showed up I set up everything for my dad on where he could sleep. I showed my dad where he could put all of his stuff at in the house. Then we went out on the porch where we could have a cigarette. I told my dad that I don’t smoke in the house it’s not good for the kids to be around the smoke. It was getting dark out now and my dad started to get everything ready for bed and we all did the same. We all said good night to each other and went to bed.