This Wasn't Supposed To Be Mutual (Brendon Urie fanfic)

Chapter 19

The rest of the school week was a bit of a blur. Most of my teachers gave me decent grades on my finals even though I didn't study for most. They figured the loss of my mother would affect my academic career for the rest of the year.

I sat in the shower at Brendon's house and I let water run over me. I cried and thought of my mother. She was gone. When the ambulance got to the house they said it must of been a horrible heart attack. A combination of being drunk and angry at the same time. She never told me that she had heart issues.

I thought about every good moment we had. All the times we got ice cream when I was younger and one time I dropped mine. She was upset because the line was so long, but in the end we just shared the cone.

I thought about my last moment with her. She said she hated me. I wonder if she did. I wonder if I was such a bad child. Maybe I shouldn't be with Brendon. I chose him over her and I knew I felt bad when she said it for me. At the same time though, I had to fly out of her nest and find my future though. I knew Brendon was my future.

I heard a quiet knock at the door.

"Alana we have the funeral today," Brendon said quietly.

The worst part is that Brendon cannot sit by me in church. We're not supposed to be together still and the front is for family only. I had to sit next to my mom's parents and sister. My aunt Sharon was a typical Suburban wife. She had three kids. A son my age, Toby, a daughter that was twelve, Grace, and another son who was four, Caleb. Her husband, Mark, was too busy for the wedding. He had to work at his car dealership.

I walked out of Brendon's bathroom and went into our room. On his bed was a beautiful black dress.

"What is this?" I asked him.

"I bought it for you," he said quietly. It was beautiful. It was a short solid black dress with a sweetheart top. There was lace sleeves continuing from the top of the dress all the way down to my wrists. I quickly slipped it on and he came up behind me and zipped it up.

"I love you, Alana," he whispered into my ear. He wrapped his arms around me and held me from behind. His warmth and comfort surrounded me.

A sudden feeling of something I forget came over me. "I love you too, Brendon," I said quietly. I was forgetting something but I wasn't able to place my finger on it.

"I need to drop you off at your old house so you can get picked up by your grandparents. We cannot go to the funeral together," Brendon informed me. I nodded and put on a pair of converse. "You're wearing those shoes?"

I looked down, "What's wrong with them?"

He found a pair of my old black flats. "I think these would look perfect."

I slipped off my converse and put my flats on. Brendon was right. It did look much better.

"Let's get going," he looked at the clock. We left his house and he drove me to my old house. I did not want to go inside. I sat outside for twenty minutes until my grandparents pulled up. They drove me to church.

My aunts youngest son screamed the entire time and the other kids didn't get off their phones. They seemed bored at my mothers funeral. I was about to take their phones and throw them across the church. The ceremony started and I heard someone late come in. They were late to my moms funeral.

I spun around and glared at the person. They looked at me with confusion. I recognized the man. I'd never seen him in person, just from photos in old photo albums.

My father.