Chapter Twenty-two

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Smooth sailing for another year, before disaster struck. Two perfectly good years, and something has to fuck with that. I know I've done some things in my life, but what I do to deserve this? Better yet, what'd she do? Adia hadn't hurt a fly in her entire life. The worst she's done is thinking badly.

The preacher, pastor, whatever he was supposed to be, said a prayer. Everyone went silent besides Adia's blubbering and Andy attempting to soothe her.

Sam had a white knuckle grip on Vic's hand. Her along with Ren were trying to stay strong. Meanwhile, I had already cried up. Tony sat beside me, rubbing my back in attempt to calm me. He's been amazing lately.

Adia and Andy decided to take it to the next step a little less than a year ago. She was pregnant. Nine months later, she had a beautiful and healthy baby boy. We all got attached. It had jet black hair and blue eyes. He was a spitting image of his father.

But he got sick one day. Really sick.

He stayed in the hospital for a month before being dismissed. They said he caught the flu. Which isn't too hard to believe, seeing as younger children are more susceptible to infection.

Two months later, he got sick again. This time, Adia just followed the orders given by the hospital. Again, assuming it was just the flu. But god were they wrong.

He had a hole in his heart.

I think it's complete bull. The hospital is supposed to check for that at birth. She was never aware of this, until it was too late. We had to watch him slowly die. Imagine what that'd do to someone. Especially the parents. I'd say it's been a week since the two have properly slept. Adia, man she's taking it hard.

For once in our lives, nothing can actually be okay, can it?

After the service was done, they lowered him in the ground. His black clear coated casket shone under the sun. It was so small, just like him. The thought had shudders wrecking through my body.

I can't watch this.

I ran away. I ran as far as I could. Somewhere, some time, I stopped at a huge oak tree.

My breathing was ragged, as was I. Pain washed over me. The weight of the world is getting harder to hold up.

"You alright there?"

My heart stopped in my chest. No, not today. Not now. I'm not ready for this.

"I- I'm fine." I was scared to turn around. Every fiber in my body was hoping it wasn't him.

A sickening silence fell over us. Which was good. I can't talk to him. Not under these conditions. Not that I even want to. I'm confused right now.

"Alex," He started.

"No. Save the apology. Where the hell were you?" I asked, my voice laced with anger and venom.

"I couldn't do it. Seeing you kiss Tony was the worst pain I've ever felt." He explained.

"Jay, I loved you and you left me!" I shouted.

"That's why I left! I loved you. I still do." He stepped forward with open arms.

I flinched away, wrapping my arms around my body. If he wanted forgiveness, he had sone major explaining to do.

"If you loved me, you wouldn't have left so easily. I hope you know how much you hurt me. I hope you know I died inside for two fucking years." I whispered.

"I'm sorry." He looked as if he was on the verge of tears. Good. I hope he cries. I cried for two years. I was numb, for two whole years.

"Sorry doesn't make up for the pain I've felt." Tears brimmed my eyes.

"Lexi,"

"Don't you dare call me that." I spat.

"Please let me explain!" He begged.

I wasn't no where near done. I have two years of anger stuck up inside me.

A sob escaped my throat. These feelings have been subsided for way too long.

He came over to me, and pulled me into his arms. I was too worn out to protest. The warmth from his body melted the steel barrier I had forged around my heart. It was a strange feeling- to feel at home in somebody's arms. Only now did I realize how much I needed this.

"I love you so much." He whispered in my ear, continuing to rub circles into my back.

Anything I tried to say came out an incoherent mumble, so I just nodded. Soon, I was drifting off. For once it wasn't a bad thing. I didn't fight it. I knew things would be okay.

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Whoop whoop. Short, yes. But things will start picking up now ^-^

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