Almost Unbreakable

I popped my head up from the pillow as I heard my phone ringing. Andy groaned beside me.

"Who is that? It's three in the morning!" He exclaimed. I leaned over and picked my phone up. The number was unknown to me. I pressed the talk button and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I said, cautiously.

"Daisy Jenkins?" The voice asked.

"Yes."

"My name is Tommy Avett and I work in the California prisons as a doctor." He said. I felt my breath catch in my throat.

"Okay." I said, hoarsely.

"I just wanted to let you know that your father died tonight from a heart attack." He said. I dug my nails into the sheets and felt Andy's hand on my arm. I looked down at him to see him looking up at me. His eyes were filled with worry.

"When?" Was all I could say.

"About three hours ago." Three hours ago Andy and I were watching a movie on the couch deciding if we wanted to go to bed. Little did we know my father was dying. The same father who kidnapped Andy and I, ran a drug buisness, and tried to force me to marry Brett. I shook my head in disgust.

"Thank you for telling me." I said.

"There is going to be a service here at the-"

"I said thank you Mr. Avett, I don't need to know when his service is. My father caused me a great deal of pain and I don't forgive him even in death." With that I hung up the phone and threw it back down on the table. I laid down on the bed and rolled facing Andy. His hand glided up to my shoulder and started rubbing it.

"Your dad died?" He asked. I nodded.

"And you know what the oddest part is?" I bit my lip.

"What?"

"I'm not the least bit remorseful. Even when he was a good father I can't seem to look past what he did. I don't think I'll ever be able too." I shook my head and turned over so I was looking up at the ceiling. Andy did the same, making sure his hand found mine.

"Your not sad at all?" He said. I shook my head again. "Good."

I chuckled a bit, "Let's go back to bed."

"Okay." He said, pulling me into his chest.

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