Narrative Essay About Krispy Kreme

My mom and I we’re walking out of Krispy Kreme while I was eating a glazed donut. I hop in the car and hear my mom’s phone ringing, not thinking to much of it I carry on devouring my donut. Suddenly a man’s voice stops me eating my donut. “I’ve heard that voice before, who is that?” I said to my mom. Slowly she turns her head with the palest face I’ve ever seen her have. “It’s your dad...” she said. I shut down, not knowing what to say or do. Sitting there for a little I finally get the courage to ask, “Can we go see him?” To my surprise she said “yes”. During this drive neither of us say a word, both thinking “when was the last time I’ve seen him?” Was it four years?... Maybe five? That didn’t matter when we got there, I get out of the car
I just stand there not saying anything. My mom starts talking to him for a little, I tune out of the conversation just astonished by the fact I’m seeing my dad for the first time in forever. As we slowly walk to his apartment door I still haven’t said one word. “What if he hates me? What if he isn’t the person I thought he was? What if…” “Hey bud do you want to get something to eat?” he said. I reply with “Yes”. We all walk inside and sit at the table and wait for him to make us some food. My dad walks out of the kitchen hands us plates and we sit down and watch “Night of the living dead.” I get sucked into the show and push everything else out of my head. About when the show is half over my mom gets a call from my step dad Gary. “Where are you?” I hear Gary ask threw the phone. My mom chokes up and hangs up. My mom grabs me, and we leave after saying our
We hang out watch movies and play a couple of games. The first time I’ve ever seen my father and got to talk with him. (Fast forward to September 16th, 2011) I wake up not wanting to go to school and just taking my time getting ready. I think to myself “if I skip school to go to my dad’s apartment for the day will he be mad?” I ponder on this for about an hour. I finally get the courage to say, “F it, I’m skipping school.” I go outside and start making my walk to school, but instead I walk to the bus stop. I get on the bus and I sit down, and we start driving towards Shawnee Kansas. While I was sitting there I got feeling that I shouldn’t go. I disregard that and carry on my way. The bus stops and I get this huge deep sinking in my chest. I run off the bus and runs towards his apartment. I get to the door and open it. I yell “dad, are you here?” No response… I look inside the living room and see feet over the couch. “Well I guess he isn’t home now” and pretend to leave. Still no sound… I walk over to the couch “Stop playing aroun…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. I see him laying there. No movement. No sound. No anything. I tried CPR, not knowing the exact way to do it. I finally hear a voice almost in my head. “Hey, bud I love you.” I stop not knowing what do to, I didn’t see his lips move. I don’t know what to do so I walk out and get on the next bus that comes and I