Good Girls and Bad Boys

Part 15

We spent the night outside, Harry and Mom didn't come home until 8, that's when we decided to go inside,even with all this distraught over the past 2 days, I felt so happy and warm inside, it sounds awful but Jack truly took my mind off everything.

"How are the love birds?" Harry joked, I laughed meekly as did Jack. Mom also joining in, asking how our 'romantic meal' was. I loved that we could all laugh and joke. I wanted more than anything for us to get back to some kind of normal. I knew we couldn't until dads funeral was done. I didn't even know when that was.

Me and Jack and Harry went upstairs, we all sat in Harry's room on video games. I am actually, good, for a girl I suppose. Even though I am a geek of a girl. Harry then decided we had to leave as he facetimed Ariana. I'm sure they were an item now, I didn't really think about that.

Jack and I went into my own room. "Thanks for the perfect night" I said winking

"The pleasures all mine kid" he winked back. We laughed for a moment until he moved closer. I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach. His lips were centimetres from mine, but he just whispered lightly "goodnight Victoria" and then he was gone. I fell onto my bed in a happy daze. A part of me felt dreadful for feeling slightly happy, but the other part said, what sort of father cheated on his wife and abandoned his kids with another woman?

I know I shouldn't think that about my own Dad but I couldn't help it, I felt guilty, but he didn't when he was sleeping with my best friends Mom. I felt a sudden hatred for him, instead of grievance that I had felt the past few days. Why hasn't I thought about what he did to my Mom? She must be hurting so bad right now...

I fell asleep trying to let the thoughts slip away, but they wouldn't..

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Thursday and Friday passed, school was the same, Jack barely spoke to me which was weird. Harry was back to himself. Mom was getting there. Me? I don't know where I'm at. One minute I'm the happiest girl thinking about Jack, but then I feel guilt when I should be sad. I'd just lost my Dad. Mom had arranged the funeral for Saturday, which was today. I had a black long dress on, with a black blazer. The funeral was nothing special, just us and a few of dads work colleges. Mom didn't even cry, I didn't even cry, nor did Harry. Everyone must have thoug we were sick...

"Mom are you ok?" I asked as we left the church and burial.

"Yeah Hun, I don't see the point of grieving over an unfaithful husband, he doesn't deserve it. So we all need to move on okay hun?" Mom looked into my eyes "I can see the guilt because your feeling happy, be happy, if he was any kind of Dad he'd be happy because you are babe" she hugged me tight. I felt so much relief. I think I needed this, some closure and finality to Dads death.