In love with a Grayham

I stood by my dying grandmother on her hospital bed. The drip sinking into her as the meter beeped, sounding her increasing heart beat. The doctors rushed in shouting and calling to me, someone grabbed me, pulling me out. Everything was slow and so surreal I thought I had imagined it all. The nurse pulled me out and shut the door behind her. I stood starring at the closed door as the nurse shouted unfamiliar words at me. I felt like I was evaporating into nothing and the world around me was disappearing. “Girl , girl”, the nurse shook me to reality as I grew a breath , I turned to her blinking to drive away the dizziness and concentrate. “What happened in there?”, she asked me “ I was.. we were”, I said my head in a fuzz and I couldn’t think straight. She took my hand and led me to a chair on my right. I sat down as she squatted in front of me. “What happened,can you help by telling me that”. She paused, “ But first you must calm down, okay”. I nodded at her. I took in a deep breath and exhaled. “We were just talking as usual but then suddenly she started coughing, I gave her some water but she still coughed then the machine started beeping faster than it did before, I didn’t know what to do, I’m sorry”. I started to cry shaking violently. She was the only one I had, the only person who had taken care of my whole life. My mother had died when I was just a baby and I did not know my father and now I’m all alone in this world with no family to care for me. I just lost my grandmother to this cruel world. A month had come by after the death of my grandmother. I had been to a foster home as the child services look for my father. They claimed I was too old for foster care but I was only sixteen. They agreed for me to stay with this weird couple down the street of cregwol lane where I lived with my grandma. Mr and Mrs. Ashpol in a ran down apartment with their little girl Mia-pie as what they call her she always stuck her thumb in her mouth and never washed it after. I had just closed from school as I walked home along the street coming across the neighbor’s kid Steven, “Hey!,Asia”. He called me. I turned to face the kid who had a huge grin on his annoying face, “What?”, I asked him “The people from the children shelter are at your house, your parents are waiting for you. I thought I would let you know”, he walked away with a smile. “Foster parents”. I whispered to myself as I rolled my eyes he was a pious little s**t always pretending to be kind and generous but in reality he was a bully but he knows not to pick on me. I hurried myself home anticipating that I might get a transfer elsewhere where I don’t have to be a maid. I arrived home quickly badging straight into the living room, I froze as every eye in the room turned to me. But there was one particular one that I was very familiar with, I stared at the man they belonged to, then it all came crashing down. My father sat in the couch in a perfectly fit suit, his hair turned a bit grey. The eyes that I stare into every morning, dark brown shades, his nose his lips everything felt familiar like I was looking at my reflection. His mouth left agape in shock. I knew who he was, he was my father, my biological father but I would never accept him. “Asia this is your father”, the woman from the children shelter pointed to the man,” Sir, your daughter”. My eyes were glued to the man. Then he smiled at me and stood up” You look so much like your mother”. I got infuriated by his words. How dare he talk about her, he was never there, he shouldn’t talk about her. “Don’t you talk about her”. I spat at him angrily. “Asia”, my foster mother tried to scold. “It’s fine..she is right after all”. He said to Mrs.Ashpol. “Can I take her home”. He asked “ Yes, everything has been taken care of no need to delay”. Of course everything had been taken care of, you wouldn’t want to waste the time of a rich wealthy man. Mrs. Ashpol pulled out a duffel bag and handed it to me, I wasn’t ready to leave with this man heavens I never want to go with him even though I didn’t like the Ashpols. But I preferred a better life than this so I held on to the bag holding the only remaining memories of my mother and grandmother. “I am going to take good care of you and love you. I’m going to replace all those days I wasn’t there even though I know that you might hate me. You are my daughter and I love you” . He said to me as he tried to place a kiss on my head, I pulled away and walked out of the house . He can’t think that it’s all going to change just because he had a few words to say to me or just because now I would spend the rest of my life with him. He can go to hell. Nothing is changing about that. I hate him and I would never stop until my last day.