Two night stand

Numb.

The gentle run of a tear I feel just crawling down my cheek all I can do is focus on his smile, while he supported my small, fragile body on the wall. Good old photos. Keep me from going insane about me not remembering what he looked like.
"Hey girl, what you up too tonight? Wanna go clubbing?" I couldn't believe my voice didn't crackle while on the phone. I'm sounding too happy.
"Em, you've just come back from his funeral. Why don't you just stay at home. Drinking isn't gonna do anything." Lexi just too sympathising. Urgh. "I'm fine! I just need a glass. Just one?" There it was, the puppy dawg face through the phone. Although Lexi didn't like it, I won.

8.30pm, me and Lexi sat in the taxi she going on about her perfectly insane life with her insanely hot boyfriend and and an amazing modelling career, and even better. Parents.

Dad died three weeks ago, him as a police officer, getting shot made him bleed to death. Although he just crippled my joy, I now am starting to smile but doesn't make me happy... It's never going to be real. It was just me and dad for sixteen years. Mum was arrested when I was three for assault and attempted murder (which was to her high school abusive boyfriend). So being stuck on your own kinda sucks. I don't need to be out in care homes or anything luckily, as I'm 'responsible'. Or at least that's what they tell me.