Always Mine {Book 3}| Completed

Part II: Chapter Ten

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     It felt like it had been 652 days since my dad's funeral. But it had only been two weeks. And I was told that I needed to be present by my dad's attorney that I needed to be there for the reading of my dad's will. And I really don't want to be there because I don't want to see Colleen because she has destroyed me mentally and emotionally. And I'm crying everyday, I'm buying yellow roses everyday and I set them in the kitchen which Gavin thought was nice.

I do the same routine that I can every single day. I go to school, I go to work by taking up a few shifts, so that I can make money. And then I'm staying with mom, Gavin and Alex. And I'm still in my grief. And every time I am entering into work at Joe's Slice or at the university for nursing or even if I'm going to a coffee shop to pick up my usual order or if I'm at the grocery store I get people saying their sorry about my dad. And I can't walk the pier of Santa Monica, because people come to me and hug me so much that it actually freaks me out entirely, but I accept everything they say or give me.

  But now, is the day that I have to collect the rest of my things. And I don't know when I should go to collect my things. I want to collect more of my clothes, and other items I left behind. So I had decided I would go over there later today because I have to meet with my dad's attorney at my dad's house at the reveal of my father's will. And I actually don't expect anything from him. But mom told me to go and swallow my pride with Colleen. And I knew there was a possibility that my dad left Colleen a lot of things. Like money and maybe the house. He obviously wants Hallie to be raised in the house. So it would make sense that he would leave her most of everything.

  I had a lot of things being done today. I had to go and collect the rest of my things at the house. And I'm sure Christopher will be mad at me. But I know he will not let me go back inside to get the rest of my things. And maybe I'll take Marshmallow and Pepper off his hands as well. So I would take my time with that before I will have to go to my dad's house for the reading of the will. Mom offered to go with me in case I couldn't handle Colleen, but I told her I'd be fine. It's a very unique Saturday, and I'm ready to just do whatever it is. And so, when I got up this morning, I showered, had coffee, and ate a small portion of breakfast by having an omelette with egg, cheese, bacon and ham. And I had three cups of coffee, and of course, I had gone to the gym for a few hours and then I had returned home to shower again. And then I basically did some cleaning while Gavin was at work and mom went to visit her mother for the day. And Alex was out with friends.

  I was in the house by myself and I started to scrub at the tub in the bathroom with a sponge and soap covered every inch of it. I preferred cleaning as a coping mechanism. It was the best thing that I could be so addicted to. So I spent two hours cleaning everything I could put my hands on. And that included me moping the floors, cleaning the counters, cleaning the windows, washing my clothes, putting new sheets on the bed, and me putting on every outfit from my closet. I was going crazy. I then had started baking in the kitchen. And I started baking dozens of muffins, stacking every tray up each time one by one. And once I got through to my borderline self I had decided on just going upstairs to my room and I decided to put on my bikini to go swimming and the weather is so unusually hot today. It's mid-February and it's hot. And I don't actually get it myself.

   Swimming was another coping mechanism of mine. And so I had put on my red bikini and I grabbed a towel and I headed out the patio door and I made it down to the pool. And I had placed my pink beige towel on the beach chair settled on the patio by the pool. And I had did the only thing to clear my head by jumping into the pool in twelve foot deep pool.

While I was underneath the water I had popped right up for air and I moved my hair in back of my head and out of my face. I was clearing out my head the best I could. I was soaked everywhere. And while I was in the water, I was thinking of all the things I did in a pool with Christopher, while we were together. We had long conversations that would usually last us for hours. And we would splash water at each other if one said something the other didn't like. And we would stare into each other's eyes. And I would be in the heart of actually loving him forever. And I was. And now, I'm so sorry and sad and broken by him all because he lost his memory. And somehow I feel like he's broken, and he's actually the one that needs fixing.