Little Bird

Little Bird Part 12

Hadley P.O.V.

The funeral is today three days after my father took his final breath. The past few days have all been a blur to me, they all just mashed together into one long day filled with a lot of tears. After I was released from the hospital I had spent the days in Ed’s bedroom with him, not able to keep the tears from falling out of my eyes.

The only thing I had been doing was lying on Ed as he held me and I cried. I felt bad, the boys had to leave soon and here I was taking him away from them. The boys were going to be leaving on Sunday, and today was Thursday, and Ed and I were going to leave on Monday. But other than thinking about my dad I hadn’t been able to do anything else but sleep. It was even harder to accept the fact that I was the reason that he was dead. I was the one that made him pick up the gun.

The doctors didn’t really know what happened to make my father’s health fall so drastically. It just did, and there was no longer anything that they could do before he slipped into a coma and it wasn’t long after he just died.

Ed constantly tried to assure me that I wasn’t the reason that he was dead, but it was in writing, there wasn’t much anyone else could try to convince me otherwise. The only way I could fall asleep is Ed singing softly to me, but my dreams were horrible, and filled with death and pain that they were worse than real life. They were worse than opening my eyes and having to accept the fact that my father was dead.

The only thing that made this okay was that Ron was home and slept in the bed with me and Ed. He never left my side, because he knew something was wrong with me.

“Hadley, Hadley are you awake?” I felt Ed’s warm touch on my arm his chest rising underneath me.

“I can’t sleep.” I explained my fingertips tracing his scrunched up shirt underneath my head.

“Love I know you’re really upset, but I think it time you get up, go on and take a shower, get dressed and get ready for the funeral. I will be here, the boys will be here and Blair and my mum and dad. Hadley, it is going to be okay.” Ed rubbed my back softly.

“Why do I care so much Ed?” I asked aimlessly. Ed was caught off guard my sudden words.

“Because he is your dad.” Ed offered up, confused.

“Maybe by blood. But do you remember the last time he has ever acted like my dad? Your dad was closer to me then he was, and he cared about me more. I hated who he was growing up. I hated everything about, and yet I have been in bed for two days crying and ruining your time with the boys because he is dead.” My words fell aimlessly out of my mouth.

“Hadley, you are okay. Do not worry about me and the boys, they understand. Everything is okay Hadley, I understand everything. He was just a confused man, and he was sick, and he had anger issues and that is what made him pick up that gun. Because he is sick.” Ed explained.

Ron meowed at the end of the bed, stretched his legs out and started walking slyly towards us.

 I didn’t feel like fighting Ed with this anymore so I just nodded slightly. Ron jumped onto Ed’s chest and curled up in a ball purring loudly. I let the arm that I had on Ed’s chest run through his soft fur.

“The funeral is in a few hours. Do you want me to draw you a bath?” He asked very calmly, tucking the hair falling in my face behind my ear, and pulling Ron off of his chest and back onto the ground.

“Please.” I nodded slightly. I got off of Ed and he crawled out of bed. He bent down and kissed my forehead before going into his bathroom and starting the bath tub.

Blair knocked on the door before coming into the bedroom with a black dress in hand.

“Hey love.” She smiled sitting on the end of the bed.