Bad Intentions

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Okay so the video up there. Don't play it until I give you the sign. Or if the video is to the side same goes. Not until I give you the okay. Great. Love you.

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Funerals suck for everyone. Whiny babies, antsy kids, old people, family members crying, fakers, old people. Christian and Shawn sat up front with me and my dad. Ethan was there. He had a kid. The baby probably. Everyone gave me their condolences and Mindy publicly made their secret relationship official.

"So, I'll be your new mother." She smiles.

"I've never wanted to throw up more ever in my life." I replied smiling brightly. She scoffed and sat next to my father who wore sunglasses and a fedora.

"Your dad looks stupid in a fedora." Shawn muttered. Shawn was a well known fashion designer. So making fun of every person who walked in was the only thing that made me forget that I was at my mother's funeral. Everyone was finally seated and the pastor walked up to the pew and smiled apologetically.

"It was once said that missing someone hurts worst, when you know they aren't coming back. Penelope Andrews will truly be missed for heart and her smarts and her beauty towards the world. Before we begin would anyone like to say a few words?" He asked. I stood up and walked to the pew. Staring back at me were faces from days where I couldn't even imagine this scenario.

"My mother is dead. My mother is dead." I repeated this two more times.

(Play song now)

"My mother is dead. And to...reconcile with her spirit. My father, 2016 candidate for senate, Allan Andrews invited people who didn't even like her. I was born behind a Walmart in Tallahassee. I was adopted 3 years later and given to a very wealthy couple. The couple couldn't get pregnant? No. Allan said he wasn't letting her get pregnant and beat her until she couldn't have children. And even though he did that my mom still stayed strong. When he fractured her ribs in 5 different places she stood up and said 'I will survive.' When Allan Andrews had my sister and I raped because we wouldn't hide the fact she was pregnant with Heath Williams child my mother said 'They will survive.' When Allan Andrews degraded our family and ripped it apart for his own greed and selfishness. My mother rose above the flames of the burned photo albums and shredded family tapes. Her small hands gathered up our hearts and moulded them into something that could possibly replace it. Moulded it into makeshift hearts and souls so they could hang in our dust filled bodies like ornaments on an old Christmas tree. Her small frail hands scattering the dust to look for what still belonged to us. When she found nothing she simply chuckled and said.'Ha! Well children. We survived.' Now I'm here to say after a long time of surviving. My mother and I won. We won against the big bad we who blew so hard it be difficult to leave our tattered huts. The wicked witch of the west who tried to hurt Dorothy." I moved from the pew walking to stand right in front of Allan. His sunglasses say idly on his face but he pulled them up to look at me.

"Allan, she won." I smiled biting my lip. Allan's face was red and angry. His expression was shocked and expecting. I sat back in my seat on the other side of the church and listened to the silence. No one knew what to say. No one wanted to say anything. What I had said, was what everyone couldn't. My mother was strong woman in a world of cowards. Well only the good die young. Christian pat me on my back and smiled.

"Not bad Poem Girl." He whispered into my ear smiling and watching the pastor start up again. I sighed and smiled as the pastor went on and on about God and other things I didn't have time to believe. Shawn and Christian held my hand squeezing when I'd stop breathing or completely froze. Christian had told me to take in what the pastor was saying as though I was analyzing a poem.