7 #An Accident

It’s been a day since the accident happened in the kitchen. My hand still hurts, but things could have been worse if Jason hadn’t acted fast at that time. Jason's quick thinking and immediate response saved me from a potentially more severe injury.

But Jason, lingering on his true self, returned to his same attitude as before and continued ignoring me. Despite his heroic actions during the accident, Jason's behavior towards me remained unchanged. It was disheartening to see that his selflessness didn't extend beyond that moment, leaving me feeling neglected and unimportant once again. It’s not like care, but his change in attitude from time to time irritates the hell out of me.

In my life, there is only one person who genuinely loves and cares for me, My dad. There’s only one person in my life who genuinely loves me and cares for me, my dad. In my life, there is only one person who genuinely loves and cares for me, my dad. All my life, I have lived with my dad. We had a relationship that was more than a father and a daughter to us. My father, the person who always stood by me through my sad times, gave me strength like a mother would do. He is the one who always guided me when I was tired and lost all my hopes like a teacher. It’s him who’s always been there whenever I’ve been lonely, sad, and needed help like a best friend__my dad always tries to cheer me up. My father is my everything.

And I don’t know, but today I miss him so much, I want to visit him to see whether he’s healthy. Because there’s a strange feeling in my heart that makes me feel that something is wrong, but what?

I shook my head, trying to get rid of all those weird thoughts__ everything’s fine, dad’s okay, nothing is wrong, it’s just my mind imagining strange stuff. To prove all was well, I picked up my phone, and dialed Dad’s number, calling him.

I called his number; it rang several times, but he didn’t answer. I called again, thinking maybe he was in the bathroom or something. I dialed again, and no answer, again and again, still no response. Okay, now it’s enough of a try. Now I need to see him with my own eyes to see if he’s okay or not. I can’t sit down and wait. And knowing what my dad’s like, he never misses an opportunity to talk to me, so it’s weird for him not to pick up my call.

As I was about to leave the house, I heard my phone ring, and I signed in relief, considering it was my dad’s call. But as I looked at the phone, I noticed it wasn’t my father who called, but it was somebody else who called me.

“ Hello,” I said, picking up the call with a mix of anticipation and concern.

The voice on the other end was unfamiliar, and my heart sank as I realized it wasn't the reassurance I was hoping for.

“ Is it Ms. Stewart that we are speaking with?” the person on the phone said, their tone professional and formal. I hesitated for a moment, wondering who this person could be and why they were looking for me.

“ Yes, “ I replied, trying to hide the unease in my voice. "May I ask who is calling?" I continued, hoping for some clarity in this unexpected conversation.

“We are sorry to inform you....., but your father is at the hospital.” The person's words hit me like a ton of bricks, leaving me speechless for a moment. My heart started racing as I desperately tried to process the information and understand the gravity of the situation.

“ Wha..t... I mean why,....“ I asked, shocked by the news.

“He was hit by a car.” The person on the telephone continued to speak, but the mind went numb by hearing the news. I knew something was wrong. Otherwise, Dad never misses a single moment to talk to me. “ Are you there?”

I managed to stammer, my voice trembling with fear and concern. The person on the other end of the line paused for a moment before responding, “Yes, which hospital is my dad in,” I asked with my voice trembling as tears started streaming from my eyes. I noted the address of the hospital. And wiped my eyes with the back of my palm, leaving the room, but as I was near the front door, a figure stood before me, blocking my way.

“You okay,” Jason asked, standing in front of me with hands on both sides of my face, his eyes staring at me.

“ You okay,” Jason asked, standing in front of me with hands on both sides of my face, his eyes staring at me.

“Why do you care?“ I said, pushing him, trying to make my way out of the house.

“Where are going.....,”

“To hell, why?….. Wanna join?” I barked, pushing him one more time. He is the reason for all the sadness in our lives, now he is showing fake concern.

I continued to push past him, my anger fueling my determination to escape his presence. The weight of his fake concern only added to the burden he had already placed on our lives.

“Kiera…,” Jason continued with a grimace. But I stopped him from speaking by using his chest one more time. The force of my push sent Jason stumbling backward, his grimace deepening. I could see the hurt in his eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to care. He had caused enough pain already, and I wasn't about to let him manipulate me any longer.

“What? Kiera…., are you happy to control my life…, you Jason Gray, are the reason for everything bad in my life? And I swear, if anything happens to my dad, I’ll kill you.” My words hung in the air, filled with anger and resentment.

Jason's face paled, his eyes widening at the intensity of my threat. I knew that I had finally stood up for myself, refusing to let him continue to hold power over me.

“What are you talking about___ What happened to your dad,” Jason questioned with a mixture of confusion and concern.

“Let me go, Please……” I cried, my legs so heavy my body collapsed onto the floor; the tears in my eyes, which I was trying to keep at bay because of anger, began to flow through my eyes.

“Shh, don’t cry and tell me what happened,” he pleaded sweetly, dropping on his knees beside me and wrapped around my body.

“I need to go to the hospital now. Dad had an accident…., Please, just let me go,” I said with tears in my eyes and my voice trembling, separating myself from Jason as I tried to rise to my feet. The weight of the situation was unbearable, and I knew I had to reach my father as soon as possible.

But Jason just grabbed my arm tighter, refusing to let go. “I’ll take you,” he said, holding my hand, helping me.