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.

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relief. Thank goodness for small miracles. I wouldn’t have to be near his

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

must leave this world one day, the question is how will you leave it? Will you have made a difference? Changed it and touched the lives of those that you met along the way? Or will you leave it with regrets?” the preacher

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 by my death

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 she was. S**y as she was. Smart as she was. Loved as she was. I wasn’t perfect as Emma was. I was nothing compared to

is bigger than mine. Her happiness is

pulls me out of my

then I realize that the service was over and everyone

okay?” his deep voice always makes me

alone look at him but I’ll have to because for the next

rude but I just can’t

on Noah,

door. Once we’re outside we’re bombarded by a crowd of people wanting to give

yet and I was already

show your face” Emma’s bitter

face was blotchy and her eyes were red and puffy, but she still looked like a freaking

didn’t want to

now Emma. Can we just bury father

leans in so that I’m the only one

here to stay. You also took my family from me all those years ago but no more. I plan to take everything back, including

sister but doesn’t say anything. I’m left shocked at her words

them were mine to begin with. The family she’s talking about worships the ground she

to drown me, I lead Noah to the place that

from mother, Emma and Travis. They’re huddled together. Looking at them and me you would think that

preacher says as they lower father’s body

completely buried. Mother’s wails are the loudest as she begs for father to come back to her. Emma and Travis both have silent tears running down their faces as they hold her

Noah. Hugging him as he cries beside me. Seeing him like this brings tears to my eyes. I hate seeing him in pain. I wipe my

them mindlessly. It was like I was there but wasn’t at the same

there is pa and ma” he drags me pointing to

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