precious

chapter 5

the funeral

*flash back*

"we all know she will be in a better place" the preist continued on with his homliy.

dead. dead. shes dead. was all i could concentrate on. the pain i felt could not be over looked - when rebecca died i felt a part of me die woth her. and i dont think ill ever be the same again. i lifted my heaad to scan the crowd, searching fro people i knew. there were some odd boys and girls from my school - but the one i was searching for wastn there. susan. my best friend. i dont know why i searched i didnt even invite her. hell, she doesnt even know rebccas dead! i couldnt take pit from her... so i did the easiest thing i could, hide it from her. i looked left to see my ex boyfriend joseph looking at me, i quickly looked away and looked the other direction. there was no way i was going back to all that drama. I smoothed over my violet dress with my hands, violet was always my colour.

i could hear silent sobs coming from my mother to my right. i bite down on my lower lip to stop from weaping. i slowly take deep breaths in and out. i scan the right side to see many bored looking people and only a handful of sorrowful people. 'typical' i think.

"would you like to say a few words mr bradley. ?" i see the priest looking at my father - only biologically though. he has NEVER been a fahter to me. as soon as he heard my mum was pregnant with me he packed up and left - moved to somewhere in L.A and started a big club buisness. the only reason he stayed fro rebcca was becuase he was waiting for children insurance money. but with the news of two kids!? nuh uh it was to much fro him. after he left my mum changed back to her maiden name - farris. and had to work 3 differnt jobs to support all of us. and even then we were struggling to get by.

needless to say i hated my father. my dad walk to the coffin with his dark brown hair swaying side to side, i had inherited most of my looks from my father, baby blues eyes, soft rosy skin and chizled features. unlike rebecca who had got my mothers looks, sunbeam blonde hair and almost green eyes with light skin and soft features, rebecca she really was beautiful... he stood up and cleared his throat. it took all my self restraint not to do anytihng stupid and embarress him. i clenched my fists and dug my nails in while clenching my teeth. i cannot not ruin rebeccas funeral.

"i..uh" he started uncomfortablly while fidgeting woth his collar.

"rebecca...was my duaghter" yea. no shit sherlock i mentlly scoffed.

"she was..... yea.. and now shes dead. i was so lucky i was her father and shes lucky she had a loving family - i wasnt always around the house, but uh, i was always...thinking about her" he lied through and uncomfortable slience. i felt mum tense besides me and i new she was feeling the same as me - cursing this lieing bitch to hell.

"yes well anyway i loved her and she'll rest in peace." he said so quickly he mustve broken a record.

thats it. you can lie about some things, but he can not lie about loving her - that is where i draw the line.

"YOU LIEING BASTARD!!!!" I yell as i lunged for him. i can actusally see fear on his face as i jump for him. ehh im not surprised i must look like a banshea with my pale skin and running mascara, blotchy eyes and teared stained cheeks.

i give him a powerful right hook in the jaw and hear a crunch - but i dont stop, no no, im just beginning. people around us moved back quickly with there shocked and agaist faces.

i move towards him and kick hi staight i the shin. "AARGH!!!" he grabs his leg painfully. the priest looks like he's about to faint bt i quickly look back at hmy dad. "YOU NEVER LOVED HER!!" i screeched. "YOU DIDNT WANT HER!! YOU LEFT US!" i was getting vicious now and try to claw his eyes but he quickly grabbed my arms so i didnt succeed in de - eyeing him. "now now precious" he started "its a hard day for all of us" he said through gritted teeth. to bystanders it must look like ive gone physco becuase of rebeccas...death, and dad was simply trying to calm me, but no, i could look into his eyes and see a burning rage. i had seen this rage everytime hi beat my mother. it had always been when i wass little and she had come home woth not enough tips from her job at the diner. after i got a bit older he stopped - no no, not in pitty, but in fear me or rebecca might figure out that it was abuse and call abuse services.