A Dancehall Story: Book 7

Chapters 43- The King

Chalkline's POV

"Garrick please don't put that thing around you head. It's you father's funeral you're going to not a stage show" Kimmy said.

I asked her multiple times why was she still here.

"I'm trying to find a way to get used to not having my locs" That was my excuse for wanting to wear a black kerchief around my plaits.

"Please don't wear it. Anyways let's go your mother is worried that you won't show up" She said.

I was thinking about it. Then I thought about Stacy showing up and I'm not there to see her.

"I'm ready. King let's go" I grab his hand and walked out of the house to meet the waiting car with the other children.

Mel's POV

"Senior you look good" I was looking down at him in his nice black suit that Garrick picked for him.

My hand was rested on his chest.

I remember when I just met him and things weren't so bad. It wasn't sunny days with him but he was a lesson I took with me through out my life and he gave me two wonderful children.

"I will love you forever papa"

His locs were perfectly still intact like always. He was a clean and tidy man even in death.

"Mommy Garrick is outside" Mandy said.

I stood at the side of the casket and watch as my son walked in with his children and I was overwhelmed. My heart broke for him. I was happy he was surrounded my love that he created for himself.

Chalkline's POV

It was hard for me to walk into the church knowing it was the last time I'm going to see him.

I stood there with EJ in my hand looking down on him in the casket.

"Guess this is our last time doing this right? Thank you for never giving up on me. Thank you for loving my children and accepting my wife, thank you for that. Walk good Garrick Senior"

I felt when two persons placed their hands around me.

To my surprise it was Stacy's mother and father standing with me. My tears ran under my dark glasses.

They got me to take a seat beside Mel. I wasn't sure who was at the funeral because most of the time my head was down or rested on Mel with my eyes close.

My body was there but my spirit was somewhere remember all the good times with my father.

Stacy's POV

I sat there watching the funeral on Mystro's phone because Dion couldn't attend.

I cried so hard seeing my parents standing with him and I just wanted to thank them so much for supporting him no matter what.

LJ was busy from hand to hand. Daniel and Tianna Hyman paid their respects.

Officials were all over but I was very sure none of that mattered to Line right now.

"Thank you Mystro" I told him.

He had to join them and he couldn't take the phone with him but he made sure I saw some of it and sent me pictures and videos.

"Steph are you ok?" Maria asked.

I wiped my eyes and forced a smile. "Yes,  just having one of those days" I said.

"We all have those" She said every so bubbly.

I've never seen anyone so chirpy and filled with life like Maria was.