A Mistaken Kiss

Chapter 31

Couple annoucements, please stay tuned. 

1)- Before you begin, please turn this song on, Ocean Wide by The Afters. I feel like it really goes with this chapter while you read.(: Here's the link, :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_AK-s_lg6o it will also be in the youtube thing and the external link!

2)-This chapter is dedicated to Lexi0305. Happy Birthday!(: 

3)-I got this huge hate message today& I answered it immaturely. So, person, if you're reading this, while I mean everything I said, I could've answered that much more maturely. I apologize on that. You caught me at a bad time. 

Please guys, even if you don't like the story, please don't send hate messages. It hurts. It really does. Cause authors try. And just because we can't satisfy YOU, doesn't mean we want you to bitch at us for this. There are plenty of other authors, genres, stories to read instead of wasting your time with that message. 

4)- Thanks for all the Happy Birthdays guys!!(:

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                “I’m so sorry for your lose.” An unfamiliar face said. My mother nodded, saying a quiet thank you as she stood respectfully by the open casket.

                People had been walking up all afternoon. I had recognized some, but there were many more I didn’t know. I had never realized that Chase would have been a social person. It never crossed my mind. It made sense with his great people skills.

                I held Mason in my arms. His head laid on my shoulder, eyes closed. He had long since grown bored a while ago, but I couldn’t blame him. He didn’t know who Chase was.

                The funeral had been scheduled two days after his death in the local church. Though I didn’t know the pastor personally, I found that he delivered the service beautifully.

                I had told him ahead of time that I wanted to say something for my father.

                The words were written on note cards before me, but the letters had been smudged together due to the tears that fell from my eyes.

                “Chase was a good man.” I began, speaking quietly into the microphone. “He was my biological father. He tried to see me, but when the cancer took over, he found it easier to stay in one place than move around. I have to give him props for coming here just to see me.

                “I had had a negative picture of him in the beginning. I had thought that he never visited, always missed my school plays and concerts. But I was young and naïve. I was wrong.

                “Chase had always been there. Up until three years before he fell victim to cancer, he had shown up to every one of my events. I can’t remember a time when he didn’t show up to see me sing in our school choir in middle school or when I had played a season of softball. He was at every game.

                “I can remember when a time when I had my first speaking role in our play. Chase had bought me six flowers, each for one of my lines in the play. Those were the first flowers I had ever gotten from someone.

                “Chase had good intentions. He always tried to make everyone happy, whether it was at his expense or not. He didn’t deserve the leukemia. I had been so sure that he would make it out. Chase was strong, or at least he pretended to be.”