Daddy's Little Girl

Chapter 32.

Anderson

"Junior!" My dad calls. "Yeah!" I yell back. "Can you come down here?" I get done fixing my hair and walk downstairs to find a Mr. Russo and Ms. Matthews.

I look at my dad. "Hi Andy." Mr. Russo says. "How are you? You look great." I can't help it. The first thing that comes out of my mouth is what I've been thinking about 24/7.

"When's her funeral?" Ms. Matthews looks at Mr. Russo and he looks at my dad. They are all hesitant to say something. "We brought something for you." Mr. Russo says finally.

He walks over to a box on the table. "This is Brielle's baby book, her diaries, and other things of hers." Ms. Matthews says. I look at her. "They're yours."

"Really? I-I don't know what to say. Thank you." I hug Her. I start to cry. "It's ok baby." She rubs my back. "It's gonna be ok."

Just in the moment, her phone rings. "I have to take this." She says and walks out the door. "Hey, why don't you take this to your room and go through it." My dad says.

I go upstairs and open the box I take out her baby book first and looked though the pictures.

I start to cry as I flip through the pages. This is all your fault. She would still be here if it wasn't for you. I think to myself. I've been saying it for the last few weeks.

I broke down as I see a picture of 10 year old Brielle and 13 year old me. The first day we met. Then I see a picture of me when I was in 1st grade.

How did they get those? My dad? Next to me is a little girl with curly hair. I vaguely remember her. She was my preschool buddy, thanks to buddy system.

I look at the girl. She looks familiar. I would what her name was. I take the picture out of the plastic. On the back: Anderson Fayne, 1st grade Brielle Matthews, Preschool.

My eyes grow wide. "What!?" I knew Brielle in 1st grade? This made me even more upset. Soon, I was a crying, sobbing mess. I took out a purple purse dog and held it in my hands.

I took it in my arms and I fell on the ground, crying and weeping.

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Jessica

"Yes, this is Jessica Matthews." I say. "Hi it's Amelia." "Amelia? What's wrong?" "Actually, nothing. Brielle is making good progress." "W-w-Wait. Did you just say my dead daughter is making progress?" I can't believe my ears.

"Wait, now I'm confused. Didn't you get my message?" "What message?" "Oh my god!" "What happened!"