Roberta's POV Part 3



Dad and I normally met at the Studio Town Hills Park when the weather was decent. When I was a little girl, Mom, Dad, and I would come here a lot. The place was so full of happy memories for me. I couldn’t look at the swings and not remember how Daddy used to push me.
The three of us always had such fun as a family.


My Dad would have a fit if he knew I’d been drinking.
He’d really have a stroke to know I was living at Karen’s instead of staying on the Island with Mom.
I hated lying to him, but I didn’t want him and Mom to fight.
I was still feeling queasy, but some aspirin, a soda, and a couple cigarettes made me feel a little better. Dad still had no clue that I smoked.
I just hoped Dad couldn’t tell I was hung over. I planned to tell him I had the flu. I also hoped he had breakfast because I so didn’t want to eat anything or be around food.
Daddy was waiting for me at our bench.
I already felt better to see he was wearing his familiar blue sweater.
He’d been looking a little pensive until he caught sight of me.
Some of Karen’s words came back to haunt me when Dad’s whole face lit up when he caught sight of me.


Dad gave me a big hug which I returned.
I took in the scent of his expensive cologne and that crazy hair tonic he used. It hit me like a tidal wave, I really missed my Dad.
Much to my annoyance, tears stung my eyes.
I was still reeling that my mother didn’t leave The Count when I told her what he said to me. I reminded myself that Dad wouldn’t want me around either, if Remington had a problem with it.
I was truly on my own now.


I’d hoped to hide my emotions, but Dad did notice.
It had actually been a few weeks since Mom decided I shouldn’t come back to the Island, but I’d always been able to act like everything was just fine. I was just not able to fake it anymore. Once the tears started I couldn’t stop.
‘Baby, what happened?’
‘N-nothing, Daddy..I-I-guess I just miss you.’
Dad’s eyes misted a bit too.
‘I miss you too, but I’ll always be here for you. All you have to do is call me. We don’t have to limit ourselves to one day a week.’
I took a deep breath to compose myself.
I was angry that I was being so weak.
‘I’m also not feeling well...I have some sort of flu or something.’