A lot To Remember

Chapter 17

I shook in my boots and waited for the figure to attack. Who could his sudden person be? I turned to face the intruder but who I saw wasn't exactly what I expected. It was Trent, but he stood beside a man in a black suit with a Manila folder in his hand.

Something was off and I couldn't put my tongue on it as my mother rushed in her tear stained cheeks drawing attention the situation.
"Come come I will make some lemonade..I think it's best if we sit down in the living room and make ourselves comfortable." She rushed to the counter top and fiddled with a bunch of things I didn't even know existed.

I look towards Trent only to find him looking away. What was going on? My father led us into the living space as we all took a seat. The man who had come first introduced himself as Howard Redford. He was a scrawny man whom wore his glasses on the bridge of his nose. His uncomfortable manner made him look more uncanny as the seconds dragged along.

"I am here to inform you of some tragic n-" my mother barged in heavy as a elephant. She carried a heavy tray of lemonade and cups. It was a bit embarrassing but whatever tragic news this man had to express my mother did not want me to hear.

"Lemonade huh huh?" I faced palmed myself as Trent helped her pour the lemonade into a group of cups. Her hands were shaking pretty bad and I could not help to notice the hiccups she suppressed.

"May we proceed?" Mr. Redford asked as my mother nodded heavily. In a way i found it odd yet humorous. Their behavior proceeded them and I couldn't understand what had happened.
"Chase Haler passed away recently and was found hung in a closet room" everything stopped at that moment. It was as though time was frozen and my senses stopped working. He had passed! It didn't make any sense it was chase. Chase who beat people up in two seconds, chase who laughed widely and couldn't understand my hate for strawberries.

He died from his own hand and I guess that's what made it worse as my throat clogged with all different sorts of emotions. How could he have left me!?! I feel frustrated and hurt.
"When is the funeral?" I ask squeezing my eyes shut. The tears had already fallen and I was minutes from losing it. My mother uttered something to Trent that sounded like it's killing her or she's in pain. Something like that.

"It was yesterday Miss sinker. The funeral was private. Though chase left you something in his will" I nod wiping the tears that escape from my eyes. It hurt like a brick being thrown at your head or stepping on a plug but ten times worse.
"What is it?" I asked as I watched him follow my every movements. He then grabbed the Manila folder and handed it to me. When I opened it I gasped.

"The house?" Howard nodded.
"Technically since it was left to you and certain complications abiding to laws say we cannot charge you mortgage or rent like such. The house is yours and so is the land around it",. I nod as my mother escorts him out.

I couldn't find the will to cry as I stared deadly at the folder. I had lost him...for real. It felt so surreal. But I was blind to realities indifference. And now he was gone forever. Bing bam boom. Not coming back.

I moved away from my mothers touch and moved towards the stairs. But my course changed as I headed for the door. Something in the folder slipped.

It was a sheet of paper that had been folded several times.

Dear idle,
Love is unrefined and blind. At least that's what they always told me. But now I'm sure. Love is stupid and a bunch of crap. It feels great and all but when you can't make the other person happy it feels like shit. I want you to know this wasn't your fault and I will come to you again. I know how much you hate strawberries and I know why you love chocolate. I've left you the house in hope you will find something there that will always remind you of me.
Because idle sinker I am unconditionally in love with you...

And time will tell the truth out for me.

Love chase.

I lost it then and there...I was gone as I crouched in front of the door and cried wettin the paper in front of me.