Hothead's little sister

Chapter 12

Once dressed it my black and gray, I ask Paul to borrow his truck. He tells me to go ahead, just not to wreck it. He is so funny. I go out a I climb into the driver's seat of Paul's truck.

I pull up in the Cullen's driveway and park in front of the house. Jasper let's me in and tells me Alice is waiting for me in the kitchen on the second floor. So, I walk up the stairs and I meet Alice at the counter. She has all her wedding planning boons with her, spread out on the white marble counter top.

"Let get started, shall we?" Alice chirps.

"Have you eaten?" Esme asks.

"No, I haven't." I reply.

"I'll make you some breakfast." Esme says then dig trough the fridge.

Alice ad I after filing through each binder. When Rosalie comes in from hunting, she even helps us with finding the right theme for the ceremony.

"What color theme do you want, firstly?" Rosalie asks.

"Dark red, Royal purple, and black." I reply.

Alice scribbles that down and she tosses her book aside. She picks up a gothic type wedding planning book. Happens, the things inside are not gothic designs. The gothic design is just the book / binder cover.

We get most of it done before my cell phone rings. It's Paul.

"Paul?" I ask worriedly when I hear he's crying.

"Mom is here." He mumbles. "Dad overdosed on his pain killers. He's dead."

I gasp and I sit before I faint. Jasper rushes in when he feels the sadness radiating off of me.  He grabs my phone and tells Paul he will have me home soon. They heard the conversation and what he told me.

Jasper carries me to his car and he speeds towards my home in La Push. He stops in the street and mom comes out. She helps me inside and she sits me in the couch.

Dad was always mean to me. I still cared about him. This is horrible; he is dead. An overdose killed him. His addiction and habits finally killed him like mom and I always warned him. He didn't listen at all.

Jared holds my hand and he rubs my hand. He knows I am miserable right now.

"Ya know," I mutter, "that man was always so mean to me. But, despite all of the bad things, I still loved the asshole."

Jared squeezed my knee reassuringly. "It'll be okay, Maya."

Mama pulls me off the couch and hugs me tightly. "Hey, who's this?" She asks when she noticed Jared on the couch behind is.

"My boyfriend. Jared." I reply.

"Hi, Jared." Mama whispers.

She breaks and I rest her head on my shoulder. She sobs into my neck.

"I'll take her." Jared speaks behind me.

Mama whimpers and she his Jared. He mouths for me to go check on Paul. He rubs my mom's back before I take off running up the stairs to my brother's room. He is laying in his bed, shirtless and crying.

"Hey, big brother." I say softly.

I sit on his bed with him and he rests his head on my lap. I rub his head and he rests his eyes. He sing him the lullaby our dad sung to me before he started drinking. Paul flutters his eyes open.

"What is that?" Paul asks. "It's pretty."

"Dad sung it to me before he was drinking, when I was to tiny." I reply. "Remember? You'd help him sing it."

Paul chuckles softly. "Yeah, I remember."

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Paul and I are staring at his ceiling when Kim runs in.

"Oh guys!!" Kim exclaims sadly. "I came as soon as I heard."

She hugs the both of us. This is when I break down. She lets go of Paul instantly and pulls me into her arms and holds me close, letting me cry on her neck. Paul sighs and he leaves the room, to join everyone downstairs.

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"Maya!" I hear mama call for me.

Kim finally lets go of me and I jog downstairs. The undertaker is here to take dad to he funeral home.

"I need you to help me plan his funeral." Mama informs me.

I nod. "Okay, I'll help."

"We will go pick his casket tomorrow, and we will visit the priest at our old church in Seattle." Mama says.

I nod and I sit beside Jared.

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I say my goodbyes to the ones who came to pay their respects. I do up to my room and I lock myself in. Jared has went home to get some rest.

I change into some comfy pajamas and I climb into my bed. My phone starts buzzing from my nightstand.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey, Maya." It's Rosalie. "Wanna hang tomorrow?"

"Can't. Mom and I are planning my father's funeral."

"Oh, I forgot he died!!!" Rosalie exclaims. "I'm sorry. Let me know when the funeral is."

"I will, Rosalie." I say sadly before hanging up.

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I turn and I face the wall. I close my heavy eyes and the sleep takes over badly.