HOOKED

Chapter 2

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We pulled into St. John's driveway and parked. This church was very humongous. We walked in and there was paintings of all of Jesus's disciples on the high arches. There was Mary, carrying Jesus as baby. There was so many paintings and the ceilings were so high up. The casket was at the front of the chapel. I sat down in the front, I saw all my family there and my Dad's friends. I didn't bother saying 'hi' to them. Maybe, after.

Chelsea sat down right next to me and squeezed my hand. The funeral began to start. I didn't pay that much attention. My Mom was sitting next to Uncle Shawn and they were both balling their eyes out.

My mother went up in front of everyone and began to talk about how 'amazing' my Dad was.

"Sam was an amazing guy. I met him on an airplane and instantly fell in love. And ever since then my life was so wonderful with him. And we made this beautiful daughter, Nichole" She pointed to me "Sam was the best guy I could've ever asked for, thank you" She walked off the altar and sat back down. I never knew my Mom was such a good liar. I hate her. How could she say we had an amazing life when she knows that my Dad was horrible to her, to us. She should've just not have talked.

"Would you like to some words?" The priest pointed to me and I got up being polite. I don't even know what to say. My Dad was horrible to this family.
The moment I stood up, I admittedly regretted it.

"My Dad-" I stopped for a second, there was about 20 people in there. Everyone was in tears looking at me hoping I'd say something amazing, but I just can't.

"My Dad, is gone. And yes, I miss him he was my father. But that-" I breathed heavily, I don't know what to say or what to do. I was lost in my own words.

One time I was doing my homework late at night, and my Dad comes home drunk. He looks at me laughing. I dont understand whats so funny. So I decided to stand up and walk away but he grabs me by my arm and slaps me across my face 'DON'T YOU LEAVE ME' he's screamed at me. Remembering the horrible memory I looked down and tried to talk,

"But that- that doesn't mean he was a good Father." I said my voice shaky.

"He was always drunk or high, and that-" I paused for a second trying to catch my breath and not cry. Remember crying is for the weak.

"That man doesn't deserve a funeral, he doesn't deserve anything. He ruined my life, and ruined my mother's." I held my breath and looked up.

"And what sickens me the most, is he got away with it." I stopped there and walked out the chapel as fast as I could. The cold fresh air, bit at my skin, but at that moment I didn't even care. I sat on the bench, in shock with what I have just done. My family will hate me forever, and my mom will KILL ME. Everyone deserved to know what that horrible dick face of a man did, to this family. He's a formidable human being and I'm glad he's gone.

Chelsea came outside and sat next to me. "Are you okay?" She asked kindly.

"No." Is all I said. I laid my head on her shoulder and she wrapped her arms around me. And we just sat in silence.
About 20 minutes later the service was over and everyone came walking out. Uncle Shawn looked at me with sympathy.

"Come on let's go talk" He said nodding his head. We walked over to where he parked and I jump in his car and in jumped in too. He's probably going to be pissed at me, and it'd be awkward if everyone heard.

"Look, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to cause a scene. I just, I hated him for so long and now he's gone. And now I'm just so lost." My voice became shaky, and I hated it when that happened because it's a sign that I might start crying. I hate crying.