5. Shoot out

Nothing about the day spelled disaster. The sun was shining and everything seemed to be well in place as I drove down the familiar streets.

The chapel was fully packed when we arrived. Almost everyone had come to pay their last respects.

I surveyed the place and was satisfied to see everything was in place. None of the others had been much help when it came to the burial preparation. I was the one that was left to shoulder the weight of everything.

I didn’t complain though. I took it as a chance for me to reciprocate what he’d done for me. After all, he had fed me, clothed me and put a room over my head.

The service was about to begin and most people were already seated. I decided to sit on the opposite side. It didn’t feel right sitting with the rest. It especially didn’t feel right sitting next to Emma.

“Mom, why are we sitting here…shouldn’t we sit next to grandma?” Noah asks, pointing at where the others were.

Of course we were getting weird looks but I didn’t care. After all, it wasn’t a secret that I wasn’t wholly accepted by the family after everything that happened.

“Most people are already seated. I don’t want us to cause a fracas” I lie.

He looks like he doesn’t believe me but choses to let it go. The father arrives and the sermon begins just as I feel someone sit next to me.

I tense. I would know his presence and cologne anywhere. I don’t know what he was doing seated here. He should be with his precious Emma. In fact I would prefer if he were there.

Damn I sound bitter. Which I was. Bitter, angry and hurt.

“Dad” Noah whisper yells, which causes a few people to turn and look at us.

I glower at them making them turn back around.

sit between the two

a sigh of relief. Thank goodness for small miracles. I wouldn’t have to be near

I’m able to switch seats with him. The moment we do,

day, the question is how will you leave it? Will you have made a difference? Changed it and touched the

today, who will attend my burial? Will those around me even care? Whom am I kidding? They wouldn’t. They would probably hold a celebratory feast. The only one who will be affected

hold myself back. Living under the perfect shadow that was Emma nailed in the fact that I can never be good enough for anyone. I wasn’t as beautiful as

shadow. No one sees my pain or suffering. It’s all about Emma. Her pain is bigger than mine. Her happiness is a priority over mine. She always comes first in

me out of my

the service was over and

his deep voice

talk to him let alone look at him but I’ll have to because for the next ten years we’ll be sharing

looking at him. I know it seems rude but I just can’t look at him. Not when the memory of him staring lovingly at Emma is still

on Noah, let’s

towards the door. Once we’re outside we’re bombarded by a crowd of people wanting to give us their condolences. I

yet and I was already

you’ve finally decided to show your face”

blotchy and her eyes were red and puffy, but she

want

Can we just bury

leans in so that I’m the only

alright but let me tell you that I am here to stay. You also took my family from me all those years ago but no more. I plan to take everything back, including the man

between me and the departing back of my sister but doesn’t say

mine to begin with. The family she’s talking about worships the ground she walks one.

me, I lead Noah to the

Travis. They’re huddled together. Looking at them and me you would think that I

dust…” the preacher says as they lower father’s body to

she begs for father to come back to her. Emma and Travis both have silent tears running down their faces as

him as he cries beside me. Seeing him like this brings tears to my eyes. I hate seeing him in pain. I wipe my tears away. I need to be strong for him. He needs

flood us to offer their condolences. I accept them mindlessly. It was like I was there but wasn’t at the same time. By the time

he drags me

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