Scissorhands The Last Snow

Funeral Song Of Misery

My phone slipped from my hands as I stared in 5 second shock. I didn't really process what was going on until those 5 seconds passed. I immediately rushed to my fathers side and dropped to my knees.

"Dad...." I whispered before grabbing his hand in mine. He made no move or said no words. A single trail of blood was falling from the side of his mouth streaming the shape of his face until it joined the rest of the blood that was creating a river on the ground.

He was dead

An emotion hit me like a fucking train and mutilated my body as uncontrollable tears streamed down my cheeks and my breath came out ragged.

"Dad....no" I whispered softly as I kissed his hand. 6 years. 6 fucking years. I spent those years hating him. But he never stopped loving me. He stopped drinking for me. He waited 6 years to see me come home and yet here he is....lying on the cold pavement in a pool of his own blood.

The mass of guilt was taking over me. Consuming my entire being.

I was so confused.

I hated him so much. So fucking much.

Yet I'm crying over his lifeless body. I was hurting. I knew hurt. I knew it too well. I had felt it for so long that it was almost home to me. It was nearly welcomed to me. Even if I didn't want it.

"I'm sorry dad...I'm so so sorry" I nuzzled his hand with my cheek, just staring at his face. It was completely blank. Blank of any emotion or expression.

Just then my cell phone rang. Reluctantly I turned away and looked at it. Austin was calling me.

I reached for it and tapped answer before pressing it up against my ear.

"Aus..."I whispered. I just couldn't find it in me to speak above a whisper. I was afraid that I would break and I can't afford that right now.

"Chris what happened?!?" Austin asked me in a frantic manner. I sniffled before kissing his hand again.

"He's gone Aus...my dad is gone" More tears fell from my puffy eyes as I declared his passing.

"Chris...you need to listen to me. I know you don't want to but you have to leave him. Now" He said to me seriously and I laughed a humorless laugh and held my dad's hand tighter.

"I can't leave him here Aus...I won't"

"Chris you have to get out of there and ge-..." Austin cut off mid sentence and I waited for him to speak but heard nothing.

"Austin?" I attempted to get his attention.

"Where is Kade?" He asked me and I was stricken with confusion.

"He's at work. I dropped him off a few hours ago. Why?" I asked him curiously.

"Chris you need to go get him! He could be next!!!" Austin screamed at me and my heart stopped in my chest. Whoever killed my dad could be after Kade...

My body kicked into gear and I hung up the phone before looking down at my dad.

"I'm sorry dad....I'm sorry I have to leave you like this" I leaned down and kissed his head before getting up and letting go of his hand reluctantly. I felt awful and guilty for leaving him here. I didn't want to. I didn't want him to be dead. He doesn't deserve to be mixed up into whatever I got myself into. And neither does Kade.

I ran over to my car and got in quickly, not looking back at my father's corpse. I couldn't look back at his body and see what I had caused. I shoved my key in the ignition and twisted it. My car roared to life and I stomped down on the gas pedal. My tires screeched before zooming down the street. My dad was gone and Kade could be next. I can't live with that. I can't live knowing something happened to Kade and knowing that it was all my fault. I can't let him suffer. I refuse to.