Only You

Chapter Twenty Three

I know you've been waiting a while, so here it is. i tried my best with this, but it got really sad and I couldn't handle it. I don't know when the next update will be but i hope it's soon!

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Chapter Twenty-Three

Ally

                “Are you ready?” Ryder whispered, handing me my small purse. I nodded weakly and took a deep breath. I’ve always heard that the funeral gives others closure and a chance to move on from a death. I don’t think that the funeral or knowing that my father was sick will ever give me a chance to move on.

                Looking in the mirror, I was surprised at who was looking back. She’s not the same girl who graduated high school a few months ago; she looks older and empty. Closing my eyes, I counted to ten, hoping that I would be calm enough to get through today. I haven’t heard from my brother all day today and that was worrying me.

                “Look at me.” Ryder whispered. I turned around facing him, looking into his green eyes. Unlike usual, his eyes were glassy and dark, something I’ve never seen in him and I wanted to take away his pain, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything and it was bothering me the most. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t cry, something I tried to stop myself from doing.

                “It’s going to be a hard ass day, Ally; I’m not going to sugarcoat it. You’re going to want to hide behind this mask and not let your emotions out; don’t do that. I’m here for you, okay. Your father is probably up there talking to the guys in Bonanza.” I laughed, knowing very well my father would do that, in fact, he’s probably having a great time up there. He pulled me into him and kissed me on the forehead.

                “I’ll make sure your brother is ready.” He said quietly, giving me my own time in my bedroom. Just thinking about how my brother was handling this brought a sharp pain to my chest.

When I got the call, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even speak. My brother was just so angry with Adam but I could care less about their love dispute. The phone call was the worst thing I could ever have gotten but I knew it was going to come; my father wasn’t going to live with cancer forever.

                They had my father’s body in his bed, just as he went. The paramedics were there, I don’t know why, they’ve explained what their procedure is to me numerous times, but I didn’t care. My father was lying lifeless on his bed and I wasn’t prepared for it as I thought I was.  My brother was shouting at my father to wake him up, and Ryder tried to hold him back but Tyler was stronger than he was.

                “Dad, wake up, come on!” It was then that Adam surprised us all and came running through the door, grabbing Tyler. Tyler fell against the wall when they dragged his body out sobbing.

                “Don’t comfort me; you’re going to leave me too!” He hiccupped. Adam held Tyler in his arms and rubbed his back in a certain way that got him to calm down.

                “I’m not going to leave you, ever. I’m right here, Tyler.” He had whispered. The nurses and the paramedics were trying to talk to me but I wasn’t sure what they were saying. Their lips were moving but nothing was coming out. I wasn’t sure where Ryder was but I know he needed his space; he didn’t handle people leaving him so well.

                I don’t know what happened that night, but Adam never left Tyler’s side, and Tyler didn’t push him away. I thought that with everything they went through, Tyler was going to push him away, but he clung to Adam as if he was his life support. It wasn’t until later that night that Ryder returned from wherever he was with pizzas that I knew this wasn’t a dream. I didn’t ask where Ryder was, I could tell by his red, swollen eyes that he needed his own time to grieve over my father, and I wasn’t going to hassle him about that.