Author's note: Hi everyone. Just thought I'd do a fictional. I've spent about three months on this, and I hope it turned out alright. This is my first time doing this, so please leave the eggs and tomatoes behind. that being said, I am open to constructive criticism. I hope you all enjoy this, so without further ado, here's part 1...
----Jeff----
Where do I start with this. I should probably introduce myself I guess. My name is Jeff Narrows. I'm just a forty six year old guy living in a modest city in Connecticut with my Daughter, Katie. It right at the beginning of last summer if I remember correctly.
Thursday Evening...9 PM
I was in the basement of my house. I was standing on a large cushioned mat wearing just a pair of gym shorts, padded gloves, and padded shoes. Standing across from me was a young lady of fifteen years old. She had a great figure, and kept in good shape. That figure was complimented by the sports bra and gym shorts she was wearing.
She was about a head shorter then me, and I’m a good six foot three in height. Her medium-long dark brunette hair was pulled back into a pony tail that fell a few inches passed her shoulders, and she was focused on me with her gorgeous green eyes. She too had on the same type of gloves and shoes that I had. With a fluid motion, I made a strike at her.
Soon the basement was alive with flying fists and kicks. The young lady started to gain momentum, and got a bit to careless and aggressive. She aimed a kick at my head, only to have it caught, and I sent her onto her back with ease.
“Ya got a bit too aggressive there, Katie,” I said, with a smile. My daughter sighed a bit, and performed a nip up jump.
“I'll remember that,” She said, and we were back at it again.
We'd spar for a bit, and we'd stop every so often so I could give my daughter pointers, and also take water breaks. The exercises lasted for about half an hour, and I thought this was a good time to call it quits. Katie was now gulping the rest of her water down.
“You did much better that time,” I complimented. She nodded her acknowledgment to me.
“Thanks Dad,” She said, still trying to catch her breath. On that note, we both headed back upstairs to the living room. Katie decided to head to the kitchen while I made my way to the TV room to watch a newly recorded episode of N.C.I.S. I sat down on the couch, and put the show on.
A minute or so later, Katie had joined me in the TV Room with a small bowl filled with watermelon chunks. My Daughter sat down on the couch beside me. She still looked exhausted. After some deep breaths, she looked at me.
“Whatchya watchin?” She asked.
“The N.C.I.S. I recorded last night,” I said.
“Oh, cool,” She chirped, as she began to eat her watermelon.
About twelve minutes into the episode Agent Todd had managed to slip up and get captured by alleged bad guy. He pulled her gun from her holster, and pointed it right at her.
“One word, and the milk won't be the only thing spilt on the floor,” He snarled. The scene then cut to him tying her to a chair.
“The whole neighborhood is under surveillance, you'll never get away with him,” She told him.
“I didn't come here to take him away,” He said. “I came to say good-bye.”
After a few more words were exchanged between the two, The Man then gagged her with a piece of white cloth with a knot tied in the middle of it. I glanced over at Katie to see how she was doing. She didn't look as tired as she was a few minutes ago. No, she was watching the scene play out quite intently.
“Katie?” I asked.
“Huh?” She asked back, now snapping back to reality.
“You had a very determined look on your face,” I said.
“Did I?” She asked. “I didn't mean to,” She said, now blushing a bit. She then leaned back against the back-rest of the couch, and sighed. I then turned my attention back to the show.
Eventually everything was resolved, and the show came to it's conclusion. I looked over at my daughter to see that she had drifted off to sleep. The bowl that held her snack was resting in her lap. I gave her a light shake, and she woke up.
"Oh, did I nod off?” She asked. I nodded yes. “I think I should hit the sack,” She then suggested.
"Okay," I said. She got up off the couch carrying her bowl with her, and walked off towards the living room. I continued to surf through channels looking for other shows. I hit record on four episodes of Hogan's Heroes, (One of Katie's personal favorites), and an episode of Burn Notice. I then decided to head upstairs and check on my daughter.
“Katie, are you decent?” I asked. I heard a “Come in,” from the other side of the door, and I let myself in. Katie was dressed for bed in a pair of white pajama pants and a pink T-shirt, and was in the process of pulling the covers over herself. I walked over to her, and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“I love you Dad,” She said, with a smile. Of course I smiled back.
“I love you too, Princess,” I replied. “Good night.” And with that I turned off her light, and left her room as she drifted off to sleep.
I walked back to my bedroom, and got ready for bed. I put on a pair of pajama pants, and walked over to the end table right beside my bed. On the table was a portrait of a young nurse in a navy uniform, Katie reminded me so much of her. I sighed to myself. It was a real shame. The only thing Katie ever knew of her Mother were the photos I kept, the letters she had written to me, and the stories I told. My darling wife, Melissa Narrows, had passed away just after giving birth to her only daughter. I gave the portrait a salute, and then climbed into bed. [On that note, I'm turning this over to Katie now. I have to go make an important phone call.]
Author's note: That's the first part. If you like it, I'll post the next part later on.