Beautiful Boy (Book1)

After the Funeral 22

The next morning i got a call from my step-mother. Telling me that my dad had just had a heart attack and is in the hospital. Another trip to the hospital, and i just hope this one is like the first. 

I opened the door and John was just knocking on the door. 

"Oh, hi!" He grinned. "Is everything okay?"

"My dad had a heart attack and is in the hospital." I said.

"May i come?" He asked walking along with me.

"Yes." I said.

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The hospital was more crowded today, or it seemed to be. We made our way up to the 2nd floor and into my dad's room. He was laying in bed, my mum was in a chair next to him. I went over to give him a hug. 

"You okay now?" I asked.

He nodded and forced a smile.

"Do you want something?" I asked.

He shook his head and put his hand on my hand that was resting on the sheets.

"Okay, he needs some rest now." The nurse said.

"Okay, come ed John lets go." I took his hand. 

"Your dad is to young to have these isn't he?" John asked.

"Its almost like Ringo, he was to young to be sick. My dad is really sick. He's what...in his 80s?"

"Thats true." 

We had just made our way to the lift when we were called.

"Im sorry, but your dad has just died." The nurse told me.

We hurried back and my mum was crying. John gave me a hug.

"Why did this have to happen, ive lost everything." I cried.

"Not everything." John said and rubbed my shoulder.

"No honey, you have your friends, and me. But, at least he isnt suffering." My mum said.

"I guess you are right." i wipped a tear away and gave her a hug.

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My dad's funeral was a few days. John and the others where their. Fanny and Kayla were too.

After that was finished me and John went on a walk.

"Fer, you wont be sulking all the time will ya?" john asked.

"No, i wont."

"Good. You know both our mum's died before our dad's. And they were realted. They both had a car involved!"

"John, why is that somehting to smile about."

"I just thought it was interesting." His smile faded.

"Sorry, but i understand. It is interesting. How will your dad die?" I grinned.

"Fer!"

"Well."

"I dont real care how he dies." John mumbled.

"John!"

"So, he riuned my life!"

"John really? You have to forgive him."

"No i wont!" He was beginning to get angry. You dont want to be around John when hes angry.

"Lets go back to your hotel." I said turned around.

"No. Im fine. Keep walking." It was to late for me to prevent him from being angry. he already was.

"Fer, John." I turned around to see Paul running up to us. HTank goodness.

"Yes?" i asked.

"Come on, we're going to celebrate! We got a number one hit!" Paul excalimed.

"You really need to get in fit."

"Well." He panted.

"I dont feel like celebrating anyways. You boys can." I said.

"Fer, please. We need a girl or two!" Paul pleaded.

"Fine." i gave in. i looked at John.

"You go ahead, ill meet you ther."

"John..."

"No!" He said and walked off.

"Whats wrong?" Paul asked.

I took his hand. "I just mentioned the wrong thing and he is mad now. Or troubled. Family."

"Oh i know." Paul said. "He didnt like it when his mum died."

"No. Nor his uncle."

"Hes losing everyone in his life. But you have. Havnt you?"

"No, i have relatives still, and my mum. Who isnt really my mum."

"Ah." Paul started to cross the street.

"Paul! Stop!" I grabbed him just as a car spud by.

He giggled.

"You trying to kill yourself!?" I yelled.

"Sh, no i just forgot to look."

I rolled my eyes. "What am i gonna do with you."

"Nohting. I havnt done anything else."

"Really?"

"Well, maybe a few."

"Just come on." i said and pulled him across the street.

We waited in their hotel room for John, it was a few hours before he came.