Charlie

Sometimes I think he's still out there, he just can't get home to us. I was so ... mad, at him when he left us. I couldn't think, I smoked so much that whole week. Charlie would have been furious! He hates it when I smoke in the house, I tried to stop before he ... left, I only smoked outside. It was better that way too, the house smelled better.
The kids didn't believe that he would have left us, it didn't seem in his nature. Why would Charlie, a father of two leave after twenty one years of marriage? It didn't make sense.
All the guys in town saw him at the Pub later that night, when he stormed out of her after we fought. We were fighting about Chuck joining the army or not. Chuck said no, I said yes, Charlie said let the boy decide. Charlie got so mad at Chuck he threw his soccer trophy from high school at the wall where it broke in two, then he left. I fixed Chuck's trophy, it looks fine now, but Chuck won't look at it any more. It's tucked away somewhere in the attic. He feels like his fathers dissapearance is all his fault. I won't say anything. I'm not sure who's fault it is.
At the Pub the guys said he only drank a couple of beers, under the limit and no where near drunk, Charlie could hold anything, even for a man his size, 5'11 and 190 lbs. They say he left around midnight, and was heading home, but then his truck apparantly went by again going the other direction, like he turned around for some reason. No one has seen him since.
A few nights after he left I started having dreams about him, scary dreams. He was in his truck still, but he was in a cocoon of sorts, it was around his truck. He was in there, it seemed like he was sleeping, but his eyes were open. He was breathing, but if he wasn't breathing, I would have thought him dead.
I don't know where he was.
But now since my baby girl has gone, I'm dreaming like that more and more.
I'm afraid that I'll dream of my baby girl the same way, and I'll never be able to see either of them ever again...