Dark Cravings

2.

HEAVEN'S POV:

I sat down on the chair in front of the dining table while dad went inside the kitchen and brought a whole tray bedecked with fries, my favorite cheese burger, hash browns and God knows what else.

"We have whole McDonald's menu but prepared by your Master Chef dada, for tonight. " he introduced proudly, sitting next to me. He probably worked whole day to get everything on the point.

I took my favorite burger and took a big bite. Taste of seasoning and the sauce, the best blend with chicken. Nobody in this world can compete with this perfection. He took a fry began showing me how crispy they are and how long he fried them. He even prepared the cheese sauce himself.

"This is the best" I spoke munching on crunchy hash browns along with milkshake. He couldn't even speak because of the one time serving size amount of fries in his mouth.

"Dad, I'll be graduating next week and I'm soooo happy. " I spoke, waiting for him to finish eating.
"I'll be there to scream, 'My coco did it' " he joked, cheered up and already proud.

"Promise me you'll be there" I extended my pinky at him and he locked it with his.
"Promise" He smiled.

NEXT DAY:

Like any other day, I came back from my college, tired but hyped about our graduation day. I placed my bag on the couch and went inside my room. Dad is still out on work, I think he'll be late today as well. Till then, I'll go and look up for some nice songs to play and dance to. It's evening time and the sun is going down, how about some slowed songs? Perfect.

I've more than twenty playlists based on my mood, but when I need one for a mood, I can never find it. Turning the volume all the way up in my headphones, I began doing some moves.

I kept twerking madly the way I wanted to the beat till I noticed my neighbor's dog watching me from the balcony. Well... this mustn't be this embarrassing. Changing the spot, I went in the kitchen and decided to have some snacks with the music. Moral of the story, check before twerking.
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After almost four hours, I was finally resting after having dinner I made but dad's still not home. He's generally home by nine and it's ten. I called him but his phone is off, probably his battery died. I rolled myself in the blanket, laying on the bed, waiting for the door bell to ring and him coming back, safe. It's not the first time, but every time this happens, it starts scaring me. I wish if we had a pet, at least I wouldn't feel so scared.

I tried to call him once again but it was still switched off. I don't have any of his co-worker's contact, he never let me know much about his work. I sighed and placed my phone on the night stand but right then, I got a text. It's from dad. I opened it and it said,

"Take care, Coco."

What this means? My mind and heart began racing at unidentifiable speed. Why is he saying such things? God, what if he is in some trouble? He never sent anything like this before.

I sat up and began palpitating. What happened to him? I don't have any clue of where this night is going to drag me and my guts are not helping either. I sat down on the couch, my fingers intertwined, praying for his safety.