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Not Ready To Make Nice: Part 2
*Hey everyone this is Cait again. And this is the next part to Not Ready To Make nice. I hope you all enjoy it :D This parts goes out to Dixie Chicks, Lexa, Sarah B, Halle and Michael Jackson because you all seemed like you liked did when you read it. And everyone else that voted. Well, here we go ^_^ Enjoy. We'll here we go! ~Cait* I looked at Daddy, wondering what he was going to say to me. I knew it had something to do with my attitude. But, what else is knew if it is for that reason. Daddy sat on the bed next to me. He sighed some and turned to me. I really want to help him at this time, but he wants to be so stubborn, and not let me help him. He thinks I'm to young, but he should know that I'm also not so little as I use to be. But...try to explain that to him. Daddy gave one more sigh and turned and looked at me. Daddy: Elly, I know you want to be here to help me, but you have to know there is something things daddy doesn't want you or your brothers and sister seeing, or being a part of. And this happens to be one of those times. You know, that I know you want to help me as much as the next person, you've acted this way since you were younger. Mostly since the Bashir interview. But you have to know, Eliza there is a time in place for you to help...and this isn't the right time for it right now. Do you understand what I'm talking about, baby? Me: *Looking the other way* Daddy: *Sighs* Eliza... Me: Daddy...I just want to make it up to you from when I was younger and I want's there to help you when this first started to happen to you. Daddy: Elly, what on earth are you talking about? You were just 3 years old when this first happened to me. There was no way you could have helped me then. Me: But Daddy, look. Then! This is now! I can help you now! Please, *Gets up and stands infront of him, and places my hands on his shoulders* Daddy...let me help you with this. Please! Daddy looked down for a good while. Please, just let him let me help. I know I can help him. And he knows it himself, but he just won't let me. Daddy finally looked up from the floor. He sighed and placed one of his hands on my cheek. I looked deep into his eyes, and I wanted a good answer, but all I got was: Daddy: I'm sorry baby girl, but you gotta go with you grandma. I grabbed my iPod and went out the door, as I went out I slammed it shut. Alright, he wants to be like this. I'll be like this too. I could hear him coming after me. Daddy: Elly, now, be resonable here. Me: *Walks out the front door and slams it shut* Daddy: *Through the door* Why do you have to be like your mother! I stopped in my tracks when he said that. He knowns I never forgave mom for walking out on him when I was about 5. And here he is comparing me to her. I walked to my father's giving tree and sat under it. I plugged my iPod back into my ears, and listened to the song again. I sat under the tree for what seemed like hours on hours. I went to playing some games on my iPod and just let the game. I was in the middle of this one game, when a shadow of a person come over me. I looked up and saw it was Sarah. I smiled at her. She smiled back at me and sat down. Sarah: Alright, how bad of a fight was it this time? And of course this was the first thing that comes out of that child's mouth. She's done that since we were younger, and me and daddy would fight...well, I should answer. Me: Big. Sarah: What happened now? Me: Okay, you know how this nother act of child molestation thing is happening now? Sarah: Yeah... Me: Well, he thinks I need to go and be with Grandma while this is going on with Prince, Paris and Blanket, when he knowns good and well I want to help him while this is going on. And he just wants to make it where I get mad at him because of this. Sarah: You know, if you look at it the way I'm looking at it, El, he just wants you to be okay so that you don't have to go through whatever he has to while this is going on. Me: I know, but I just want to help him, Sarah. Sarah: I know you do, El, but look, think of it in your dad's perspective. Me: *Sighs* I know. But I'm more mad at what he said said to me. Sarah: What he say? Me: When I was having a attitude with him, he said I was acting like my mom. And he knowns how much I hate that! Sarah: Woow... Me: I know... Me and her chatted for a while. We started talking about how last week we tried to moonwalk, and we ended up falling on our assess like something stupid. I thought that was actually the most funniest thing that's happened to us. And today at school, in art, some of the girls in our class were trying to pants one another and we were some of the girls that were in the line of fire to get pants. I sat on the floor when one of them came to get me. And Sarah took the cake because when she wasn't looking I pants her from behind, but she grabbed her pants before they even went past her waist. She got me back for it too. Because when I wasn't looking, while we were in the halls coming from our lockers, and I had my books in my hands. She ran up to me and pants me, and my pants feel to the floor. And that was really embarassing man! Me: That wasn't funny! I was the freakin' laughing stock of the whole school for the whole day because of you Sarah. Sarah: Well, you wouldn't have been if you hadn't had pants me in the freakin art room. I thought you wasn't gonna pants me! Me: I never said that I wasn't gonna pants you, I said, let's not get pants by the other girls in our art class! Sarah: Well, it meant the same thing! Me: It did not! Sarah: Did too! Me: Did not! Sarah: Too! Me: Not! Sarah: Too! Me: Not! Omar: Can we please just say that Sarah is right so we can get this whole "Not" and "Too" crap over with already? Me: The hell... I looked up and saw Omar sitting on the tree above us. He was resting on one of the branches. I rolled my eyes. It's hard to believe that he's 6 years older then me and he acts like a freakin' 4-year-old half of the stinkin' time him and I fight! Sarah: Omar what on earth are you- Daddy: Eliza! Now what does he want!? To Be Continued... *Alright, there was part two. I know this story seems stupid, but it'll get better in due time, trust me. :) So, here's the next part, and I hoped you all enoyed. More to come soon. Till then.... BYE!!!!! :D*
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