Oakley {BoyxBoy & FIN}

Chapter Five

I leaned my head on the cold window as Curtis drove to the cemetery. Curtis thought it would be a great idea to start the "son and father get together" again. Oh, how much I hated him for calling me son because I was not his son, and he was not my father. At least, not anymore.

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, humming a happy tune that was on the radio. I tried blasting my music when we got in the car, but he snatched my phone away and said I was grounded for running away. If I wanted to run away, I would never come back. Ever. I would leave Aggie a letter telling her that I would call her someday and tell Curtis to go to Hell for the pain he caused me.

He didn't cause me physical pain, at least sometimes, but more emotional pain whenever he talked about my mom. It's not I wanted to forget about her. I rather not speak about her twenty-four-seven because I knew she was dead because of him, because of Curtis.

The car stopped. I took off my seat belt, got out of the car, grabbed the white tulips, and walked towards her grave. Curtis had his back on the car, taking out a cigarette and puffing it in the air.

I glared hatefully at him, "You can't smoke in the cemetery."

Curtis rolled his eyes. "And why is that? Nobody can smell it but us."

"Because you're killing them!" I turned around to see the boy staring fearfully at the death stick in Curtis' mouth. Curtis jumped when he heard the boy's voice echoed in the quiet cemetery. "Blue Jada can't handle the smoke because the branches shrink and the violet leaves crunch together and cause them to change to grey. Please, put the cigarette away." 

Curtis immediately dropped the cigarette and stomped the death stick with the bottom of his shoe.

The boy sighed out of relief before smiling gently at me. "Hello."

I blankly stared at him. "Hi."

"I got something for you." 

He pulled out whatever was behind his back and showed it in front of me. I stared at deceased sunflowers. They were hunching over as the yellow-ish brown-ish petals fell off the stem. It was incredibly depressing to look at dead flowers because you knew who they were for. You knew they were dead, just like my mother.

The boy was beaming so hard his small cheeks turned red. It looked like if he smiled any wider, he would break his face. I had no idea why he was smiling when he was giving me dead flowers. Didn't he know that my mother was nothing but beautiful? She wasn't sticks and bones, she had flesh and blood, she had me, she had a fucking family, and she died because of-

"Thank you for the flowers, young man," Curtis thanked.

I snorted and made sure to bump my shoulder on his before placing the tulips inside the pot. I snatched the dead flowers in Curtis's hands and put them in the same pot but kept them far away from the new flowers. I didn't need a random kid mending my broken heart. I didn't need anyone but her.

I rubbed my fingertips on the cold, grey grave stone and whispered, "I love you, mom."

I stood up straight and walked past the boy and Curtis. I pulled my jacket closer to myself when a slight breeze went through my body. What the hell? Was Winter starting already? When I was going to open the car door, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me back. I turned around and saw the beaming boy staring at me. I snatched my hand away from his, ignoring the hurt that flashed in his eyes, before becoming happy again.

"I'm sorry for not keeping the Helianthus-sunflowers-watered. I had to find food," the boy said, his brown eyes shining. I rolled my eyes and tried to get inside the car when I stopped and looked at him. He wore the same clothes I last saw him yet his jeans had bigger holes. His face was somewhat clean, and his hair was super greasy to the point that it might fall out.