The Sacrifice (The Alexandra Denton Chronicles Book 4) by Amanda K. Dudley-Penn Page A
Authors: Amanda K. Dudley-Penn
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shadowed in remorse.
“I’ll leave her with Jonathon,” she said, heading for the door, “She needs some time. We’ll be back soon.”
I nodded, “He’ll take care of her. We’ll see each other soon,” I said, “Until then be careful.”
“You too,” she said and then, she was gone.
I glanced at Jonathon and Cleo. Her sobs shook her and I sighed. The poor girl had every reason to be depressed. Unfortunately, the only person who could help her was Jonathon. Because of that, I turned and left the room searching for a way I could help more…A way I could keep everyone alive.
Chapter Seven
Family Secrets
I was standing at the railing gazing out over the yard when the sliding glass door opened behind me. I was surprised when my dad stepped up to the rail beside me and gazed out over the yard, appreciating the view. I smiled softly. I had gotten my love of the outdoors from my dad. From the time I was little, the only time I remembered him having peace was sitting cross-legged on the ground and inhaling as if he were inhaling the wind. I gave a crooked grin. Maybe he was. After all, he could blow a strong wind from just exhaling. Still, that was the time that he seemed most at peace. That’s the way that I always thought of him…the real him.
I turned to him and my smile froze on my face. Something was wrong. Something that had nothing to do with Lucifer or the Appointed. He had come to see me for a reason. His face was dark with worry but there was also a cold acceptance of something that frightened me worse than Lucifer ever could. Only that forced smile covered it but as I faced him fully, I realized the sadness within it.
“Daddy, what’s wrong?” I asked with a trembling bottom lip. I would never understand how his moods could affect me so much but the worry and darkness I witnessed within his face began to churn within me.
“I went to the doctor today,” He said, raising his chin. His eyes met mine briefly and I began to tremble even before he spoke the next words, “I’m sick, Alex.”
I inhaled sharply as another tremble shook down my spine but this one was more violent than the ones before, “Sick?’ I asked, blinking rapidly, trying to absorb the word, “How are you sick?”
“My liver is dying, Baby Girl,” he said and then, exhaled slowly, “All the years of drinking took its toll. If I don’t get a donor, I’ll die.”
I shook my head in denial of his death, “You’ll ask Kelly to heal you,” I said, raising my chin.
“She’s already tried,” he said with a sad smile. It didn’t work.
“You’ll get a donor then,” I said, stubbornly raising my chin.
He pressed his lips together and then, sighed, “I hope so,” he said but his voice was sad and I realized how slim the chance was that they would find a donor before it was too late.
“How bad is it, Daddy?” I asked as a tear fell down my cheek. I clasped my hands in front of me so they would stop shaking.
“They’ve given me six months,” he said, reaching forward and wiping a tear from my cheek before forcing a smile, “But I still have time. I won’t give up. I promise that I won’t. I’ll fight.”
I nodded and raised my chin, “I’ll fight with you.”
He gave me a small smile and then, pursed his lips, “Alex, since I’m okay right now and I’m able to ask without pain clouding my judgment, I want to ask that you make a promise…Just in case.”
“What is it, Daddy?” I
“I’ll leave her with Jonathon,” she said, heading for the door, “She needs some time. We’ll be back soon.”
I nodded, “He’ll take care of her. We’ll see each other soon,” I said, “Until then be careful.”
“You too,” she said and then, she was gone.
I glanced at Jonathon and Cleo. Her sobs shook her and I sighed. The poor girl had every reason to be depressed. Unfortunately, the only person who could help her was Jonathon. Because of that, I turned and left the room searching for a way I could help more…A way I could keep everyone alive.
Chapter Seven
Family Secrets
I was standing at the railing gazing out over the yard when the sliding glass door opened behind me. I was surprised when my dad stepped up to the rail beside me and gazed out over the yard, appreciating the view. I smiled softly. I had gotten my love of the outdoors from my dad. From the time I was little, the only time I remembered him having peace was sitting cross-legged on the ground and inhaling as if he were inhaling the wind. I gave a crooked grin. Maybe he was. After all, he could blow a strong wind from just exhaling. Still, that was the time that he seemed most at peace. That’s the way that I always thought of him…the real him.
I turned to him and my smile froze on my face. Something was wrong. Something that had nothing to do with Lucifer or the Appointed. He had come to see me for a reason. His face was dark with worry but there was also a cold acceptance of something that frightened me worse than Lucifer ever could. Only that forced smile covered it but as I faced him fully, I realized the sadness within it.
“Daddy, what’s wrong?” I asked with a trembling bottom lip. I would never understand how his moods could affect me so much but the worry and darkness I witnessed within his face began to churn within me.
“I went to the doctor today,” He said, raising his chin. His eyes met mine briefly and I began to tremble even before he spoke the next words, “I’m sick, Alex.”
I inhaled sharply as another tremble shook down my spine but this one was more violent than the ones before, “Sick?’ I asked, blinking rapidly, trying to absorb the word, “How are you sick?”
“My liver is dying, Baby Girl,” he said and then, exhaled slowly, “All the years of drinking took its toll. If I don’t get a donor, I’ll die.”
I shook my head in denial of his death, “You’ll ask Kelly to heal you,” I said, raising my chin.
“She’s already tried,” he said with a sad smile. It didn’t work.
“You’ll get a donor then,” I said, stubbornly raising my chin.
He pressed his lips together and then, sighed, “I hope so,” he said but his voice was sad and I realized how slim the chance was that they would find a donor before it was too late.
“How bad is it, Daddy?” I asked as a tear fell down my cheek. I clasped my hands in front of me so they would stop shaking.
“They’ve given me six months,” he said, reaching forward and wiping a tear from my cheek before forcing a smile, “But I still have time. I won’t give up. I promise that I won’t. I’ll fight.”
I nodded and raised my chin, “I’ll fight with you.”
He gave me a small smile and then, pursed his lips, “Alex, since I’m okay right now and I’m able to ask without pain clouding my judgment, I want to ask that you make a promise…Just in case.”
“What is it, Daddy?” I
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