Boy Next Door||Axl Heck

The Final Four

    Today was the day I had been dreaming for the past six months.

  My father had died.

  I got the call at 4:26 in the morning from the hospital. It was not 8:30 that same morning and I was sitting at my kitchen table, surrounded by pictures and letters from my father.

  My mother was nowhere to be found and the only thing this made me feel was scared. With my dad gone and my mom in and out of the picture... what would they do with me?

  I was pulledfrom these thoughts by the ringing of my phone.

  "Yes" I answered robotically.

  "Why did you call me so many times Ken?" Sean's voice answered.

  "Can you come over?"

  "Of course. Be there in ten."

  Sean sat and held me for the next hour. He didn't say much, I guess he didn't know what to say, but it was enough. When I had finally cried out all my tears he got up to make me lunch.

  "The hospital says the funeral is going to be this Saturday." I informed him.

  "This Saturday?" Sean asked.

  "Yes. We want to get it done sooner than later."

  "Yeah.... and you want me there?"

  "Please. I won't have my mom with me and I can't do this alone."

  Sean's face held an unreadable expression. He served me my lunch and told me he had to leave for basketball practice.

  I spent the rest of the week in my room. I didn't talk to anyone, or go anywhere. Sean checked in everyday after school with food and my homework.

  Sean seemed quite passive about the funeral on Saturday. I couldn't get him to talk about it with me. I bruched it off as him disliking funerals, but I knew there was more to it.

  "Hey Kenzie, what time is this funeral thing on Saturday?" Sean asked me on Thursday afternoon.

  "Ten? I don't know it's gonna be an all day thing." I answered, taken aback by the fact he had called my father's funeral a "funeral thing".

  "Well um... I was just thinking... I didn't know your dad that well and you see Mr. Heck just had his appendix out and he gave Axl his tickets and... Kenzie its the final four and I really wanna go." Sean explained to me.

  "Whatever Sean. Do whatever you want." I said coldly.

  "Sweat. You're You're understanding!" Sean said happily.

 
  I went to bed that night feeling more alone than i ever had in my entire life. Sean not wanting to support me at my father s funeral hurt, but for some reason Axl not being there hurt even more.