Breathe Me
Truth
Faith's POV:
I was currently on my laptop looking for a job. A small one until i got to college. I just couldn't stop thinking about that music academy or whatever it's called. It looks more like a studio, not a school. I sighed. I really wanted to get in. That meant I had to confront my dad about that man mistaking me for my mom. I suddenly remembered. My piano! I was ready to play again, but the piano wasn't there anymore. You see, my mom used to play piano. She was the one that taught me. When she died my dad continued to teach me, but I didn't want to play anymore. It was just..too much for me in the moment. So, when we came here my dad encouraged me to play again. That's why he brought the piano.
I put on sneakers quickly (not sure if they were actually matching), and rushed to my dad's bedroom. He was sitting on his bed reading a newspaper. I cleared my throat. "Um, dad?" He looked up from the newspaper. He looked a bit sad. "Yes, honey?" I looked at my feet. "Can I talk to you? Just for a sec?" He smiled and patted the space next to him. I jumped to his bed and hugged his waist. "I miss her," I mumbled. He sighed and stroked my hair. "I know. I do too." I sat up straight. I was not going to let the tears fall out. I was not going to cry in front of my dad. "So, dad. I'm ready to play again," I said. I waited for his expression. He simply smiled. "Sure, sweetheart. When ever you're ready," he hugged me again. "I'm so proud of you," he whispered in my ear. I was confused. "But dad, the piano is missing. It's not there," I explained trying to get an answer from him. "Uh no Faith. It's there," he said with a smile.
I sprinted downstairs and went into the room. It's there the piano's there. My dad walked passed me and sat on the piano bench. He smiled at me. "Would you like to play with me?" I shook my head and sat next to him. "Not until I tell you something," I told him. "Okay, shoot." I started telling him the story. About the academy. The man. The missing piano. He sighed. "His name is George," he finally said. "The reason he thought you were your mom is because your mom and I went to that school. We decided to go there after we finished college in California." I just sat there and listened. He told me how my mom and him went back to Cali and got married. He said the reason why the piano wasn't there before was because he had donated it to the school. I touched the piano's keys delicately. "So, how come the piano is still here?" I asked him. His eyes finally met mine. "Well, they closed the school because he didn't have enough money," he explained. I nodded. "You know," I told him. "I was really interested in attending that school." He smiled. "George would of been happy to meet you," he said. "Wait, can't o still meet him? I'm guessing you guys are close friends." I wanted to meet the person who taught my parents everything they know about music. He nodded. "I think I could give the old man a call and see if he wants to come over for dinner," he said. I nodded excitedly.
Liam's (Faith's brother) POV:
I was walking down the streets of London, trying to find a new job. This prick Niall got me fired. Only because I was flirting with some girls, gave out some wrong orders, and spilled drinks on some people doesn't mean I need to get fired. Well, maybe. But what does Niall care?! I don't even know him. The only reason I will remember anyone's name is either because I really like you, or I really hate you. And I hate Niall. I was not going to tell my dad I got fired. Instead, I would make a story up. I quit working at Nando's and got a better job. I just had to find that job...ugh. There's two reasons why I was actually taking time to find a new job. One, I didn't want dad to kill me. Two, I really want to get out of the house. Go to college, become an architect, get married and live happily ever after! Yup, I have my whole life planned out. I started thinking about Faith. Was she eating? I don't know, I wasn't home most of the time. The good thing is that she made new friends. I don't know them, but I'm assuming they're good friends. I really care about Faith. I should spend more time with her.
Faith's POV:
After getting showered and putting on some jeans and white tshirt, I instantly went downstairs. I went to the kitchen and got a banana. I couldn't help it, I was so hungry! I looked at the time. It was 12 pm. I thought I'd go take a walk. Dad was away at work, although I didn't think he was working. He had been talking a lot about Sarah lately. I sighed. If he's happy, I'm happy. I grabbed my bag and went out the door. It was pretty chilly. I regret not wearing a jacket. I remembered April was sick so I decided to call her and see how she's doing. I was about to dial her number when I saw something that caught my eye. A man. On the floor. Shaking. I ran and kneeled down to him. It was the man from the academy! "George!" I said as I grabbed him by the shoulders. People were staring. "Allison," he managed to choke out. I shook my head. "I'm Faith. Allison and Will's daughter. I'm gonna call an ambulance," I said. I took out my phone and quickly dialed. When the ambulance, got here they quickly got George on the bed thingy and put him on the back. "Can I ride with him?" I asked the guy who was hopping on to the truck. "Are you related to him?" He asked. I nodded. He motioned me to get in. I was holding George's hand while I called my dad. "Hello? Oh, hey sweety." I could hear Sarah on the background. "Dad, something bad happened." I gulped.
I was currently on my laptop looking for a job. A small one until i got to college. I just couldn't stop thinking about that music academy or whatever it's called. It looks more like a studio, not a school. I sighed. I really wanted to get in. That meant I had to confront my dad about that man mistaking me for my mom. I suddenly remembered. My piano! I was ready to play again, but the piano wasn't there anymore. You see, my mom used to play piano. She was the one that taught me. When she died my dad continued to teach me, but I didn't want to play anymore. It was just..too much for me in the moment. So, when we came here my dad encouraged me to play again. That's why he brought the piano.
I put on sneakers quickly (not sure if they were actually matching), and rushed to my dad's bedroom. He was sitting on his bed reading a newspaper. I cleared my throat. "Um, dad?" He looked up from the newspaper. He looked a bit sad. "Yes, honey?" I looked at my feet. "Can I talk to you? Just for a sec?" He smiled and patted the space next to him. I jumped to his bed and hugged his waist. "I miss her," I mumbled. He sighed and stroked my hair. "I know. I do too." I sat up straight. I was not going to let the tears fall out. I was not going to cry in front of my dad. "So, dad. I'm ready to play again," I said. I waited for his expression. He simply smiled. "Sure, sweetheart. When ever you're ready," he hugged me again. "I'm so proud of you," he whispered in my ear. I was confused. "But dad, the piano is missing. It's not there," I explained trying to get an answer from him. "Uh no Faith. It's there," he said with a smile.
I sprinted downstairs and went into the room. It's there the piano's there. My dad walked passed me and sat on the piano bench. He smiled at me. "Would you like to play with me?" I shook my head and sat next to him. "Not until I tell you something," I told him. "Okay, shoot." I started telling him the story. About the academy. The man. The missing piano. He sighed. "His name is George," he finally said. "The reason he thought you were your mom is because your mom and I went to that school. We decided to go there after we finished college in California." I just sat there and listened. He told me how my mom and him went back to Cali and got married. He said the reason why the piano wasn't there before was because he had donated it to the school. I touched the piano's keys delicately. "So, how come the piano is still here?" I asked him. His eyes finally met mine. "Well, they closed the school because he didn't have enough money," he explained. I nodded. "You know," I told him. "I was really interested in attending that school." He smiled. "George would of been happy to meet you," he said. "Wait, can't o still meet him? I'm guessing you guys are close friends." I wanted to meet the person who taught my parents everything they know about music. He nodded. "I think I could give the old man a call and see if he wants to come over for dinner," he said. I nodded excitedly.
Liam's (Faith's brother) POV:
I was walking down the streets of London, trying to find a new job. This prick Niall got me fired. Only because I was flirting with some girls, gave out some wrong orders, and spilled drinks on some people doesn't mean I need to get fired. Well, maybe. But what does Niall care?! I don't even know him. The only reason I will remember anyone's name is either because I really like you, or I really hate you. And I hate Niall. I was not going to tell my dad I got fired. Instead, I would make a story up. I quit working at Nando's and got a better job. I just had to find that job...ugh. There's two reasons why I was actually taking time to find a new job. One, I didn't want dad to kill me. Two, I really want to get out of the house. Go to college, become an architect, get married and live happily ever after! Yup, I have my whole life planned out. I started thinking about Faith. Was she eating? I don't know, I wasn't home most of the time. The good thing is that she made new friends. I don't know them, but I'm assuming they're good friends. I really care about Faith. I should spend more time with her.
Faith's POV:
After getting showered and putting on some jeans and white tshirt, I instantly went downstairs. I went to the kitchen and got a banana. I couldn't help it, I was so hungry! I looked at the time. It was 12 pm. I thought I'd go take a walk. Dad was away at work, although I didn't think he was working. He had been talking a lot about Sarah lately. I sighed. If he's happy, I'm happy. I grabbed my bag and went out the door. It was pretty chilly. I regret not wearing a jacket. I remembered April was sick so I decided to call her and see how she's doing. I was about to dial her number when I saw something that caught my eye. A man. On the floor. Shaking. I ran and kneeled down to him. It was the man from the academy! "George!" I said as I grabbed him by the shoulders. People were staring. "Allison," he managed to choke out. I shook my head. "I'm Faith. Allison and Will's daughter. I'm gonna call an ambulance," I said. I took out my phone and quickly dialed. When the ambulance, got here they quickly got George on the bed thingy and put him on the back. "Can I ride with him?" I asked the guy who was hopping on to the truck. "Are you related to him?" He asked. I nodded. He motioned me to get in. I was holding George's hand while I called my dad. "Hello? Oh, hey sweety." I could hear Sarah on the background. "Dad, something bad happened." I gulped.
11/24/13