Beautiful Paradise

My name is Darcy Styles, I was named by my father Harry. Our family was bright and happy like a normal family. Things happen our family began to tear apart all thanks to me I vanished into the air. Now all I see is my family trying to get through the terrible pain I caused them.


3. My Love, My Father and Him.

Darcy's POV :


You see I was one of those shy girls, the type that didn't act slutty like my best friend Rebecca Baker. I mean I loved her she was someone I could trust but she and her boyfriend Trevor always made me feel uncomfortable. There was this one guy I really liked. His name was Dustin Branch. He wasn't like any of those guys who had "night stands" and slutty girls all over him. He had hazel eyes beautiful black hair. Many girls wanted him but he kept his distance which made me feel like I didn't have a chance. I got to talk to him only once though. It was the day before I was murdered he asked me on date. The next day I was supposed to meet him at the mall by the flower shop. Spending the day with the boy with the perfect smile, great personality and kissable lips sounded great, but I guess the world thought twice before letting that happened. I was killed because of him. I'll never get to experience my first kiss. Never have my first child and never get to be brought down the aisle of church holding my daddy's hand thanks to him, George Whitman. 


George was our neighbor who grew these amazing flowers and roses. The first time I well my father talked to him was when we were coming home to built boats in bottles (I actually got to make one on my own) he stopped to admire that man's flowers and asked how he grew them. I felt shivers at the stares he gave me. I grabbed my father's hand real tight to show him I was protected. Dad didn't see or felt how afraid I got around this man he just continued talking. George had no family he just built doll houses and toys for the toy stores. Though he seemed normal to everyone and won't be considered an immediate suspect for a crime, something in my mind told me he was strange. I didn't like him not one single bit. 

Once we got home mum told me and dad to eat. After dinner we went to dad's office to started building the boats inside the bottles. It was a type of father daughter bonding habit we had. I remember when I built my first boat this evening. My father had his arms around mine pulling the string to lift up the tiny ship. He kept telling me "Gentle love we don't want this ship to go to waste do we?" I smiled at him and nodded. He smiled once I got the ship almost up and said "Alright get it shipmate!" I giggled as the ship went up. I felt real proud my father had a loving smile on his face "Okay Darcy I think that's enough for today" he said yawning. I ran up and hugged him then kissed him good night. I never got to realize how much a father loved his daughter until I was no longer with him. 





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