Metanoia.

Chapter: 4

*Back to Vivian's POV*

It was Saturday morning and I was a mess. Today was my fathers funeral. I have been upset all day. Crying,Blowing my nose, and crying again. I know I sound like a cry-baby but, I never cry and I guess I'm getting it all out now.

Even though my mom and dad are divorced she is taking it just as hard as me. My father and her were never enemies they just didn't love each other anymore they agreed to just be friends.

I went to my closet and took out my plain black laced dress. I loved the color black but, right now I never hated the color more than I do right now.

I undressed myself and put on my dress. I went to my mirror and applied a coat of mascara and some Bronzer. I never really liked make-up. I think it makes people look fake if you wear to much.

I headed downstairs and grabbed my cellphone and check it quickly. 5 missed calls, and 7 texts. From the one and only... Peter Griffin.

Text 1: Hey I need to tell you something important call me asap!

Text 2: what kind of grandma are you call me already woman!

Text 3: Seriously call me.

Text 4: okay I'm getting impatient I called you 3 times!

Text 5: I'm slowly giving up.

Text 6: I may just make the decision without you... Its been 5 calls..

Text 7: Yep meet you at your dads funeral and I hope your okay.

What in gods name did I just read. And what he's coming to the funeral!? I went to my contacts faster then you can even take a breath and clicked 'call peter Griffin.' I put my phone up to my ear and tapped my foot on the ground aggressively.

"Now you call..." He said in a amused tone.

"Yeah well what's this about coming to my dads funeral and you don't even know where it is and-"

"Your dad knew my father when he was alive I just found out he used to baby-sit me. Also, I know where the funeral polar is I talked to your mother." He cut me off and sighed.

"Oh okay.. Well see you soon..." I took a breath of air and sighed deeply. Today I felt like hamster on a wheel constantly.

"Bye grandma." He hung up.

Why is he so annoying and rude and um a bully..? God only knows. Over the last few days I kind of forgot about my whole plan.. To change Cameron Johnson. I don't wanna change him completely I just want him to stop making peoples lives miserable because his isn't perfect. Heck no ones life is perfect. I just wanna show him that he can make his life better. I wanna show him that he can be happy too. That's exactly what I'm going to do.

I stepped out of my black convertible and headed inside to the funeral polar. I already wanted to just go home into my room and sob. But, I couldn't do that. I needed to be strong not just for my dad but, for myself. I sat down in the nearest seat which was next to Cameron and my mother I sat between them.

"Hello Vivian." My mother said to me and I just gave a silent wave. I wasn't in the mood to talk.

"Hi grandma.." Cameron said and I just waved again. Then someone came up front and tapped a microphone.

"As we all know David Walker was a kind, Strong, and intelligent man. So sad that he has passed to soon due to a car crash." The man with a scruffy beard said. "I want us to remember what a good life he had and how successful he was."

I couldn't hold it in anymore a tear fell from my eye. Then another. And after, that another. I felt a hand go on my back and rub it. I looked over to see Cameron.

"It will be okay. Don't cry." I wiped off my face and had black mascara all over it. I didn't care.

"Now would anyone like to say a few words?" The man asked. I raised my hand. "Young lady you may come up." I got up and smoothed down my dress and walked to the front.

"As we all know David Walker was my father. Most likely a friend to you...a coworker.... Or even a babysitter. He was loved very much by everyone. Even though he's gone he still lives on in our memory's. I see that everyone is crying and I was like that a few seconds ago. I just wanna say something a friend once told me. Some people are taken way to soon from us. Just ripped of our lives without warning. Were never prepared for this. We all seem to dwell on it for what seems like forever. But, that person wouldn't want that would they? We should appreciate the good life they had. I'm not saying we shouldn't cry about it. But, we shouldn't cry forever. We need to continue on with our lives and keep on living. Not just for my dad but, for all loved ones who passed." I finally said that and took a huge breath. That was a lot for me to say but, now that I said it I'm glad. I sat back down in my seat.

A few more people said some things and then it was time for him to be buried. I kissed my father on the forehead and said goodbye one last time.

I stepped inside my home and ran upstairs. I changed out of my black dress and into the most colorful item I had which was a sky blue T-shirt and white sweats. I didn't wanna touch anything black for a very long time. I sat on my bed got under my covers and closed my eyes. Everything went dark and before I knew it I was asleep.

A/N: Hey guys... How was this chapter hope it was good. Sorry for the long update I had to take time with this chapter. Well bye my potatoes.☺