My dad passed away when I was 5 due to lung failure. They were in love, we were happy and now I've got nothing left.
As I walked down the stairs I heard Pete on the phone to the vicar sorting my mums funeral out, I was furious!
' What do you think your doing?!?!' I screamed as I cut of the phone line.
' Well you obviously can't be trusted with a whole funeral,' he replied sharply.
' You watch, I will !' I screamed as I slammed the door.
