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Chapter 6

Note- This chapter contains  some sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

With this chapter I suggest listening to:

Life after You- Daughtry

Between The Raindrops-Life House

Most songs by the Script especially-Dead Man Walking and This love

Tyler

I shut my eyes tight wishing right now wasn’t real.

“Hello?” it was barely a whisper that came from the other end of the line. A single tear streamed down my face.

“Hi Mom,” I said in a small voice.

“Um,” I imagined her scoffing the toe of her shoe across the kitchen, “the funeral is Tuesday.” I had hit me harder than any ton of bricks could.

“Where,” I asked through stifled breaths from my tears.

“Honey? It’ll be okay. You can sta-,”

“Mom, how the hell is it all going to be okay when I just lost my world?” I yelled, “My biggest fan, a teacher, a warrior, MY HERO!”

 It should have been me I thought.

“I need to go. I love you.” And I hung up before she could say anything else.

I pulled a white t-shirt on over my head and shoved my wallet in my pocket. Locking the front door, I started walking to the local bar.

***

The bar was dimly lit with only a handful of neon sign that had been given by the suppliers.

“Hey, Hey!! Ty What brings you in so early bud?” Al came out from behind the counter to pat my shoulder.

“He’s dead Al. My father died,” I choked out the last world fighting hard to keep the tears from coming back. “It’s been one shitty day.”

He gave me a sympathetic look then held up a finger. “Hey Michael! Two beers over here would ja.” Then he looked back at me, “No worries bro, it’s on the house.”

Over drinks, I talked about what kind of father he was, how much he wanted me to go into the army so could be on the front lines with him, and everything he meant to me. I talked about the time we went fishing when I was five and caught him with the hook, and the time I was eight and he tied a string to each one of my three loose teeth and attached the other end to a toaster. Then I told him about the chance I lost with Kelly.

“Man. When you said you had a shitty day, you weren’t kidding,” laughed Al. I noticed the table was being slowly overtaken by bottles and glasses. The alcohol made life seem a little less real. It was lighter, softer around the edges, and almost comfortable, yet Dad was still so new. It was like that freshly scraped knee after falling off your bike; no matter how still you lay, it still stings.

I push my chair away from the table when I realized I was a little tipsy. Al grabbed my arm. “Where you goin’”

“The back to smoke a joint,” My voice was nonchalant, as I stumbled over myself. “You want one?”

He thought a moment then nodded. We walked around the back together and lit up. It had been a long time but it had been that kind of day; the type alcohol couldn’t cure.

Kelly

Pain shot up my arm as Blake hugged me on the couch watching a movie.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”