Romans & histoires Our Father Who Art In Heaven

March 6th, 2016. Mother, Alicia Holmes, model. Father Gabriel Swann, musician. Thank God Andrea had insisted that his name was on the birth certificate. He flipped through her passport, and he smiled, even kids looked awful on passport photos. She didn't look very well in it either. He glanced over Alicia's birth and death certificate, and there were pictures of when Katie was a baby showing her gummy smile. There were pictures of her when she was just born and of her and Alicia looking very proud. Eventually, Gabriel found the letter that Andrea said was there. It had his name on the front, and he read it slowly.

father:-do worry son, I believe that you will live a happy life even without us, you will find happiness, don't you dare give up, keep on living. ariel:- sorry but I am neither a good son nor a good brother, I abundant you and run away do you have any idea what I do to my kingdom, I, abandoned it, I am coward nothing more or nothing less, still I am living like trash, I act strong but in reality, it is just empty. father:- we believe you, that you can live on your no matter how hard things get, after a few hours later we are going to reborn than we can't see, you have to live on your own, we trust you.

As I already said, I am never going to get used to surprises here. My father whom I have believed all my life to be a good man, a man whom I believed to be happily in heaven watching over me had been in this realm or these years, trying to get resolutions to his earthly doings and what is shocking right now is that he has been found guilty of more sins than good. ‘This man is your father?’ Lucifer asks with sheer amazement. ‘Yes and I never expected to find him here.’ I say as I keep eye contact with my father who has been staring at me with wide eyes all these while.

“Sooner or later, we will be here too, my love. It’s normal for anyone who has passed away. This is what people called ugh…. Final resting place.” He frowned and shook her head looking frightened. “That’s scary. All dark and… dad surely can’t move a lot in this small space. Why don’t you just bring daddy to rest with us, momma? Maybe he will feel a lot safer if there’s light?” She smiled. “We can’t because he’s not with us anymore. You see, God has invited your father to heaven. He is with the Lord God now and waiting for us to see him soon. We can’t bring him back to us.”

He called making her walk ahead faster. She pulled the string of the curtains withdrawing them to allow some light in. "Ah, you brought me flowers?" She smiled setting them right near the windows, her heart stopped when eyes laid upon her father. The once healthy muscular man was now in bed, weak with his face pale, his body shrunk into itself showing his veins. His eyes sinking in there sockets. His lips a shade of grey. "You are such a beauty, just like your mother," He said, extending his hand just a little to her to take. "Father - what, what happened?" She asked holding on his hand with both of hers and kneeling to her father and tears swelled up her eyes.

"Am really sorry mom–" "Sandra–." "Aunt vanessa–." "Proff Steffen...." "Don't hate me for dying– I don't want to die. Mommy– I love you..... Daddy– in heaven I love you. Your daughter–your daughter....you trained a very lovely daughter dad. A brave one. She is all by herself, in a haunted– woods. Holding out well. Am doing very well. Just doing–just doing what you told–me to do in ever bad situation. Just– keep breathing. See am breathing."

I whispered. “You ever feel in trouble, you give me a call. Your father would want to know,” he sniffed, dabbing his amber eyes. “Sorry,” he said, voice hoarse. “But your father would want to know someone's lookin' after you. Like I look after Tina.” He cocked his head to the framed picture of his daughter that hung over the bar. “Not like that girl back there. It's cold enough of a world, but Heaven's even colder.” Tears filled my own eyes. “Th-Thank you,” I said, looking down at my blurred homework. “I- I-”

Heitor asked from the couch, eyeing me. What kind of relationship would we have? I wondered. And deep down, I answered myself: none. “Yes, Dad. There’s nothing else to do here, is there?” I replied, not even trying to hide my discomfort. “You wanted to know who I am, my love… Well. This is all I’ve got to show you.” I could hardly believe my father was a hospital. Not that the hospital didn’t matter. But… was that it? Did his whole life fit inside that building?

It instantly clicked in my head that it was my father-in-law who had nearly hit me with his car while I was running away from Thayer. I sat up straight immediately. “Father,” I greeted. “How are you doing now? I’m sorry I almost hit you last night,” he explained, his voice laced with concern. “I’m fine. It’s not your fault,” I sniffed, but I knew I was not fine, and he must have sensed I was lying because he scoffed at my response. “You know you don’t have to lie to me like that, Maeve…” “I’m truly fine, Father…” “Xander,” he cut in sharply. “Call me Xander,” he corrected, and I inhaled sharply.

a familiar voice murmurs, far too close to my ear. Fucking Tristan. "What the hell are you doing here?" I ask sharply, stepping out of his grip. He smirks, that same smug, arrogant expression I’ve always hated. "Your father invited me," he says proudly. I shake my head, disbelief and anger swirling inside me. "You’re lying." "Am I?" Tristan counters, his smirk widening. "Your father thinks I’m the best man for you. He’s always liked me, you know." I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at him. "Well, your little bromance with my Dad doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. I will never accept you, Tristan."