Information—
Starring– Alan, Chad, Caleb, and Joey
OC name– Kennedy Powell
Scenario– Imagine being Alan's daughter, and him being completely broken after your family lost you due to an accident.

WARNING!— Extremely sad. GET THE TISSES!

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Alan's POV—

Brycie cried into my chest as we stood in front of the casket holding our eldest daughter. AJ was attached my leg, not fully understanding the situation, and Presley was in the back with a friend, sleeping. And well, our newest addition wasn't going to meet her.

Baby Rowe still had a few more months before joining the world.

Brycie sniffled, "Why'd she have to leave us?"

"I don't know, baby." I mumbled.

AJ was sick that weekend, and we were worried. So, Brycie and I had taken her to the ER, along with Presley. We had taken Kennedy to a friends house to be watched since she had school in the morning. Only when she was being brought home, our friend had crashed his car.

He survived the accident, but slipped into a coma and died the day after. Kennedy had died on impact.

"When is Kenni coming home?" AJ asked. 

Brycie sobbed. I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears.

"Baby, Kenni isn't coming home. She's living with God now." I answered, my voice cracking.

"Can we go see her? I want to play with her."

"We can't go see her. We'll see her when we get to heaven. Kenni's an angel now, sweetheart." I stated.

My heart was broken. I was missing my little girl, and AJ didn't understand. Kennedy and AJ were like best friends.

▬▬▬ Months Later ▬▬▬

I sat at the office with the guys. My heart hadn't been mended. I still loved my wife, and my three daughters, but I missed Kennedy so much.

I sniffled as my eyes glanced over our last family picture with Kennedy. She was my first baby, and now she's gone. It felt like my heart went with her.

"Have you gone to visit her?" Caleb asked.

I shook my head, "Not in awhile. I can't bring myself to do it."

I sighed, and buried my face into my hands. It still felt like yesterday she was taken to heaven.

I felt Chad's hands on my shoulder. He was the girls' godfather, since he had been my best friend since we were young. Kennedy loved her uncle Chady.

"We all miss her." He mumbled.

"It's not fair." I cried, "She didn't deserve to die. And it's my fault. It's my fault that she died. We should've taken her with us. If we did, she'd still be here. What did I do to deserve this?"

"You didn't do anything, man. It's life, sadly. It's hard. She didn't deserve it, and neither do you. God needed another angel." Joey assured.

I swiftly stood up, and grabbed my jacket. I wiped my tears and sniffled.

"I'll be back. I need to see her." I muttered, walking out.

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I kneeled down in front of the headstone that read Kennedy Mercy Powell. My little girl.

"Hey, babygirl. It's been forever since me or mom have been here. It's just been so hard without you. We all miss you so much. I think you would have loved Baby Rowe. You were such a good big sister." I stated, tears running down my cheeks and my voice cracking. "We miss you so much, Kenni. I know God has you, you're in his arms. As much as I hate saying, I'm happy that you're with God and nothing can hurt you. You're our little angel now. Mommy and I love you so much. Fly high, baby girl."

I felt defeated as I bawled. No parent should have to go through this pain. Losing their baby. It was the hardest thing in the world.

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AH! IM LEGIT BAWLING. I told you; you would need the tissues. I'm seriously crying and my heart is breaking.

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