I Promise (A Connor McDonough Fan Fiction)

XV

Today was the day; the day when Cali's body would be burned down to ashes. I was looking at my reflection in the mirror when my mom came in and told me that it was time to go to the church for one last time.

I was wearing a white lace dress; it had mini-sleeves, the top part of the dress was hugging my bust until my waist, and the bottom part was flowing down up to the middle of my thighs. I was also wearing my silver pumps to go with the dress. I had on the bracelet that Cali made for me as her school project in her first grade. It was a braided blue yarn bracelet with a heart locket in the middle containing a small family picture -- our family picture. My hair was placed in a neat ponytail with my bangs clipped to the side. I didn't put make up on because I would look terrible if I cried and my make up would run. I might scare the guests away. But I promised myself that I wouldn't cry today as much as I did on the first day. My eyes are already tired of crying and I don't have anything to cry anymore.

I went out of my now empty bedroom, and down the stairs to meet my whole family who were also wearing white. You might be puzzled over as to why my bedroom's empty so let me explain. We are moving back to California in a week. The only reason we moved here was because of Cali's appointments to the doctor and seeing that she wasn't with us anymore, we decided to move back to California. After her cremation, we would bring her ashes with us and move back to our old home.

It's been three days since I last had contact with Connor and it was killing me. I forgive him for not being able to keep his promise. I mean, I finally came to my senses that he doesn't have any fault here and that I shouldn't be blaming him for anything. He was just trying to cheer me up and make me forget about things while doing the tour. But three days without my boyfriend there when I needed him the most? It's the most heartbreaking thing ever. It's like two important persons in my life are now gone.

The other boys were okay and they were talking to me and checking up on me once in a while when they get free time but Connor? Nothing. Not even one message or one call. I tried calling him or texting him but I get nothing in return. He doesn't answer my calls and he won't reply to my texts. He doesn't even go online on iChat too. Whenever I ask the others about Connor, they would just avoid the question by changing the topic so I gave up on asking.

And since I didn't have any contact with my boyfriend, – I don't even know if we still have that title. Am I still his girlfriend? – I haven't told him the news that we're going back to California in a week. Heck, I don't even know if they'll be there later at the funeral. I have told Riley and Braiden about going back to California but I have no idea if they have told the news to the others. But the fact that I've been talking to Toby and Thomas recently and they haven't said anything, I guess the two boys haven't said a thing about it or maybe the two latter boys just didn't want to talk to me about it.

Riley and Braiden were actually a bit – okay, maybe a lot – sad and disappointed that I was moving back in a week, a day before they are officially off tour. They were more disappointed at the fact that they wouldn't be able to say good bye to me and my family. We promised each other that we would keep contact with one another and that they'll visit me whenever they are in the state. But the thing that I was worried the most was what would happen to me and Connor? I would want to talk about it but seeing that I've been having trouble contacting him, I couldn't talk to him.

“Let's go?” My dad asked and we all followed him out the house and into our car. Whenever we go somewhere as a whole family, the car would usually be packed with both of my parents in front and the three of us siblings, squeezing each other at the back but now there's an empty space between me and Caleb. The space that was supposed to be for Cali. I guess I should get used to this now.