My Dad's Death...Yeah I Know

Chapter Seven

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Chapter 7

Hope and I were on our now, heading to James' party. My throat was achingly dry and my eyes were really puffy from crying. By the time we opened the door the aroma of the placed was filled with alcohol and you can even feel the bass of the music at your feet. James instantly spotted us and came over with a silly grin spread all over his face. "Hope you look adorable," he smiled at her. I then realised that he kind of looked familiar to a movie character. He was wearing a dark blue coat with jeans and hair by the looks of it, had a lot of gel in it.

"Let me guess. Edward Cullen?" Hope guessed.

"Holy crap you do look like him," I gasped. James nodded with a smile which probably swooned every girl in this room. I smiled too but then it slowly faded as I remembered Dad. I need something to make me forget, I thought to myself. I left the conversation and started to walk to the kitchen. Already there were couples making out a bit too much while others played beer pong. There was no beer in the fridge which made me groan in anger. "Let's go outside," I muttered too myself. I could hear Hope calling my name multiple times but I ignored her. She knew I was going to do something stupid but that's exactly what I'm planning to do. Outside, everyone was dancing to the song 'From the Music' by The Potbelleez while the other 60% of teenagers were making out with each other...even the gay people. I was starting to wonder if Larry was one of those people. Finally, I found a mini-fridge which was filled with a whole lot of beer. Taking one in haste, I gulped all in one go but instantly spitted it out for the drink was bitter and very dry. It had no flavour and to think that teenagers get high on this. I tried drinking the beer again but it even made my aching dry throat hurt even more. But as time passed the beer was making that drowsy effect on me and I couldn't even stand properly on my legs. Suddenly I passed out but felt as if I landed into someone's really strong arms. I tried to stand up again but I quickly fell back into the person's arms.

"Megan are you okay?" the voice asked. A bit too deep for a woman's voice. I groaned in pain and lightly shook my head. He then lifted me up in his arms and was taking me somewhere. I then felt the texture of the couch and was placed upon it. "I'll be back in a minute," he said. As he left I only saw the back of him which pretty much didn't help as I'd tried to find out who this guy was. The drinking effect was coming back, making my visions really blurry which pissed me off. Everybody around me was either doing two things: dancing to the music or making out. But then suddenly everybody was gathering somewhere looking either scared or praising something or someone; I couldn't tell which was which.

"Megan we need to talk," a frightening voice growled that I would know anywhere. I turned and saw Dad but in his Grim Reaper form. Everyone surrounding him looked as scared as I was or even complementing on his 'cool' fake Halloween costume.

"Whoa dude cool outfit," said one.

"It looks so real," studied another. If only that person knew he just saw Death. He walked towards me achingly slow as if he was in a horror movie.

"Please Megan," he hissed at me. I shook my head 'no' and folded my arms in anger. "Fine. Someone high-five me!" he announced to everybody. No, I thought to myself. If he does that he's going to kill everybody just from one touch. Dad stretched his skeleton hand out and one guy was really stupid enough to high-five him.

"Dad no!" I yelled at him, getting up now.

"C'mon guys don't leave me hanging," he whined, totally ignoring me.