Sierra's POV

I wake in Michael's spare bedroom. I was in such a bad mood, that I didn't even attempt to get under the blanket. I sigh and sit up.

I go into the bathroom and wash my face. I reenter the room and slip on my pink bunny pajamas. I'm not planning on doing anything today. I leave the room and head for the kitchen, but as I pass through the living room, there's a knock on the door.

I check the wall clock. It's 7:45am. I'm never up this early. I go toward the door and unlock it. I open it. It's a police officer. He smiles at me and says,

"Good morning Ms. Thomas- "

"Sierra. "

He nods. "Sierra. May I come in? "

I don't see why not. I move to the side and he enters. I close the door behind him. He looks around in awe. He says

"You have a lovely home. "

I don't correct him. I'm in no mood. I ask,

"Would you like some coffee? "

He looks at me and smiles. He has deep blue eyes. They're hypnotizing. He says,

"I don't want to overstay my welcome. "

I shake my head and say,

"You aren't going to. "

He then says, "I have bad news. "

I nod quickly and say, "I know. "

He pauses, then says, "I would love some coffee. "

I lead him to the kitchen. He takes a seat at the counter as I make the coffee. I'm not sure what bad news he has for me, but I know it's about my father. I just know it. I pour the coffee into two cups and hand one to him.

"Thank you. "

I nod. I take a few sips, then set the cup down. I begin to tap my fingers against the counter top. I'm nervous. He takes a long sip then sets his coffee down. I ask,

"Is it about my father? "

He nods.

"Is he in jail? "

He shakes his head.

"The hospital? "

He shakes his head. Tears begin to fall as I ask,

"Is he dead? "

He becomes silent, then says,

"I'm sorry, Sierra. "

I cover my mouth to keep from screaming. I finally build up the courage and ask,

"What happened? "

He sighs and says, "He was intoxicated. He was speeding and he made a sharp left, flipping his car multiple times. "

I begin to break down and cry as I hear this. He quickly comes around the corner and pulls me into a hug. His strong arms make me feel safe.

I hold onto him as I have a complete meltdown. He's gone! My father is gone! I let him drive! I killed him!

I'm not even trying to be quiet with my crying. I'm pretty sure the entire house knows I'm having a meltdown in the kitchen. I soon hear Michael's voice.

"Sierra! Sierra! "

It gets louder the closer he gets. I don't respond. I can't. Michael enters the kitchen and sees me with the officer. He's confused.

"Officer, what's wrong?! What happened? Sierra? "

I bury my face in the officer's chest. I can't answer. I can't think about it. I don't want to! The officer senses this and answers for me.

"Her father passed away. "

I hear footsteps, then I feel the officer let go of me. I open my eyes and see Michael in front of me. He pulls me into a hug. I hear him say,

"I have it from here, officer. Thank you. "

I hear the officer say, "I'll leave my department's card here. If you need anything, Sierra, just call. Ask for Officer Daniel. "

I whisper, "OK..."

I hear his footsteps becoming faint as he leaves. Michael takes me into the living room. We sit down. I curl into a ball and cuddle next to him. I don't want him to leave. I need his friendship right now more than ever.

He wraps his arms around me and doesn't say a word. I don't want him too. I just need silence. I quietly sob as I think about the events from last night. I let him drive away. I let him drive away. I killed him. It's my fault. He was drunk and angry. I should've took the keys. I should've just gave him money. I should've listened to what he had to say. I should've helped him a long time ago.

There's a lot of things I should've done.