The police asked what happened that night and all I know is that my dad saved us. I didn't see how he did, all I know is that he did. The next couple of weeks dragged on, from one counselor to the next. Iz and I weren't talking much, because she was still shaken up about her drunken dad. I tried my best to comfort her in the following weeks but nothing worked. Over time, we began to drift apart a bit more day after day.
"Iz, are you ok?" After being ignored for a couple of days. i finally got up the courage to confront her.
"I watched my mom get murdered by my so called dad, to only bring the person I love into the middle of it, nearly getting us both killed, and having your dad save us the way he did. Im still a little shaken up."
"Did I just hear you right?"
"What did you hear?"
"Did you say you loved me?"
"I swear to god, you are a stupid boy," the cheesy grin she gave saying i heard it right.
"I thought that i was the only one that had feelings here. So glad to see you do too." Noticing my father walking up to us, I stopped talking to her and started conversing with him.
"Hey dad, whats up?"
"Iz, i have some good news and some bad news. Which would you like first?"
"Bad news i guess," the gloomy look on her face saying she knew what was coming.
"The bad news is that nobody came forward as a next of kin. They want to take you to a foster home until you are eighteen." The blank look on her face saying she knew it all.
"The good news is that if you want, I can talk to them and see if you can live with me and my son here. Would you like that?"
The light came flooding back to her eyes, and she looked between me and my dad. There would be a couple rules, like there will be sleeping in separate rooms. I know how you two are. Have you two even told each other how you feel?" The color of blush that crept on her face was cute.
The next few days, we moved from the house we lived in to a bigger one, giving my dad the third floor to himself, getting the second floor to ourselves