Chapter Four

Finally, when my mom came home she just sat on the couch and hugged Alia.She wasn't crying crying but her face just looked lifeless, her eyes were bloodshot like she'd been crying for hours. I just thought why would she not tell me about my dad, I didn't even know he was alive until today. How could she not tell me about something like that?

Later that night I crept out of the house through the door, making sure not to wake my mom. Dad’s house wasn’t too far so I decided to walk there. I noticed through the weeks of being in a bubble that it got to look more like a bubble every day. It took around 20 minutes to get there. I didn’t bother being quiet, he was a bad man. You may be wondering why I would come back to this horrible house, well it was because I wanted to know why he walked out on us.

“WHO’S THERE? IF IT’S YOU DIANNA YOU BETTER GET OUT NOW!” he yelled from the living room. I shut the door slowly. The couch creaked and he peeked his head out of the living room door. He grunted and sat back down. I walked up the stairs and checked every room for something useful. I checked his room last. His bed was lopsided and wasn’t made. The paint on the walls were peeling like outside. There were coca-cola cans on the floor and pizza boxes on the bed along with beer bottles and piles of clothes. He was very dirty. I scanned the room and noticed a small book. On it was written Diary. It must have something in it! I knocked it off the dresser along with a few pencils and toothbrushes. I rolled over the diary and it popped into the ball. I picked up the moleskin book. It was rough on the outside and was full of pages. I flipped it open. Most of the stuff was about us but nothing about why he left until I flipped to page 27.

September 12 2017

There is something I must address. As you might know I don’t live with my daughter or my wife anymore. There is a reason, I didn’t just leave because I felt like it. I know it must cause my family lots of grief but it was for very strict purposes. I love them very much but I do have a problem with Dianna. She was so secretive about everything including the way she felt about me. Who knows what secrets she could be keeping now. For all I know she could be a murderer. I found out when I asked her where she was going out one night. She said she was going to her friend Hannah’s house. I let her go, not saying I could keep her from going. I also had a buddy I wanted to go see at a party. I went there and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Sweet Dianna was dancing with my friend Carl. I lost two friends that day. She acts like she doesn’t even know why I left but it’s because she’s a selfish liar.

I closed my eyes. He left us because of one incident? No, that couldn’t be all. I went back to my spot and continued reading.

I walked out the next day leaving my beautiful daughter Sierra and Dianna. Sierra I feel has troubles. She seems exactly like her mother. Keeping secrets inside of her. Selfish child. I text her good morning and how’s it going every day but I never get a reply just read. She doesn’t love me so why should I love her? If she’s going to end up like Dianna I don’t want to be a part of her life.

He doesn’t love me? He thinks I have troubles? No dad. Anger filled the bubble around me but I tried to hold it in. I flipped the page.

September 29 2017

Lies, lies and more lies! Every time I let Dianna into my life THERE’S MORE LIES! Turns out my daughter went missing. If she doesn’t find my child I will kill her. For real. I can see it now. She’d take a nice swing of an axe to her head. And she thinks I don’t know about her… our other daughter Alia. Well guess what Dianna, NEWS FLASH I’m not an IDIOT! I have ways of finding out things. All Dianna does is keep secrets from me! First my missing daughter and then Alia. I’ll give her a month, no two weeks to find Sierra. I may end up going to jail but if it means killing the women that lost my little girl and lied to my face I’m okay with it!

A tear dripped onto the page. He was really going to kill my mother. And he knows about Alia. Anger built up inside me as high as the CN tower. There was no doubt that I hated my father. The door of the room swung open revealing my dad. He looked angry as usual. I was slightly scared that he would see me but he couldn’t. I was so angry that I drew my arm back and whipped the diary straight at his face.

“OW!” he yelled. His face turned red.

I giggled, he made me feel just as I felt about Sara when I got her in trouble. He was feeding my happiness. He shook his head and forgot all about the incident. He stood in front of the wall staring at a photo. Surprisingly it was of my mom. The paper had several holes in it, many actually. Dad picked up something shiny and sharp. A dart. He stabbed it into my mother’s face.

“Wait ‘till I kill you Dianna!” he laughed, it was a horrible laugh. I had to find a way out of this ball. A thought stuck into my brain. He was the only one who could get me out. He was getting my letters.

I grabbed a piece of paper that stuck to my foot and wrote I’m in a bubble dad! I’m trapped! Help me get out! I pushed it out onto his bed. He turned and sat down, noticing the letter.

“Another one of these things?” he groaned. He ripped the envelope open and read.

“Dad? No, it can’t be…” he murmured.

IT IS DAD! IT IS! I waited in silence for him to get the memo. I got another paper and wrote I’m in your room dad! It’s me! HELP! I pushed it onto his lap. He opened the envelope carefully this time. He read it slowly over and over.

“Sierra? No. Stinking paranormal activity” he whispered.

I wrote again DAD! IT’S NOT PARANORMAL ACTIVITY! I’m actually trapped in an invisible bubble and I can’t get out! Please understand! I sent it off. He read it.

“Sierra! Where are you?!” he yelled, searching around the room.

Beside your dresser! I sent. He walked over to the dresser.

“How am I supposed to help you? How do I know this is real?” he said confused.

Watch, I’ll knock over the lamp. I walked over to the lamp and knocked it off the bedside table. He gasped. But how was he supposed to help me? This murderer.

I read your diary. If you even think about killing my mother I will kill you! I sent in anger. He read it slowly and wiped his eyes.

“Your mother did bad things honey” he murmured.

I growled. You have problems dad! Get a doctor! I sent. I regretted it for a split second but it was the best for him and me. He shook his head.

“You’re grounded” he said with a grin.

“Once you get out here you better watch out!”

My body went hot and tears fell from my eyes. It was either I stayed here and my mom gets killed or I get out and we both die. I HATE YOU! YOU WERE NEVER MY FATHER AND NEVER WILL BE! YOU ARE A HORRIBLE PERSON DADDY! NO… BRAD! I pushed hard on the ball to get it out. The ball became more clear. Then it hit me. The more anger I felt the more the ball appeared. The meaner my thoughts were the clearer it got.

“Don’t you dare call me Brad! You understand me child?” he yelled.

BRAD BRAD BRAD BRAD BRAD BRAD BRAD! I wrote, the pencil pressed hard against the paper. The ball became clearer, foggier too. I pushed it out.

“You are a bad girl Sierra, that’s why you’re in that bubble” he smiled.

I got angrier by the second.

“You know, I used to be like you darling. I got put in a bubble too by someone”

Someone put me in here?

“I’m just trying to help” he chuckled, turning and staring at me right in the eyes. “You think I can’t see you Sierra” he grinned. My mouth dropped open. My face turned red. I blinked to make sure what was happening was real and unfortunately it was. I ran out of the room hearing thumps behind me. He was following me! I rolled down the stairs and out of the doors.

“Sierra! Stay there child!” he yelled.

I took a deep breath and stopped on the road.

“How could you do this to me?” I whimpered.

“I’m helping you child!” he yelled angrily.

“You aren’t! Everyone is looking for me!” I puffed. The ball got foggier.

“You still don’t understand? I knew I had a dumb child!”

“Don’t you dare call me that! I’ve been through alot more than you think! You’ve put me through so much! NOW LET ME OUT!” I banged on the ball.

“It’s your fault that you’re still in there! I can’t get you out. You have to understand!”

“Understand what?” I cried.

He was silent. He turned around and walked into his house. My face was drenched in tears, almost as if I had just gone swimming. The ball was almost completely white and not see through. I swallowed the rest of my sadness. I couldn’t see anything. I balled up and decided to sleep in there in the middle of the road.

The sun rose and the ball was slightly more clear than it had been the night before. My dad had been sitting on the curb waiting for me to wake up. I rolled over to him and asked him with tears in my eyes “Why did you do this?”

“You have to understand it yourself” he said.

“I just don't get it, how did you even get me in here?”

He rolled his eyes and stared at the curb.

“I can’t tell you” he whispered. He stood up and walked back to his house. The bubble slowly became foggier.