Save Me from Myself

Chapter 78

Esme's POV

Why does the word funeral have the word "fun" in it? Funerals definitely are not fun. Cali got what she asked for, Addison was buried right next to her. And I decided that they should be buried next to my daughter.

I felt bad for Addison. No one knew any of her friends except one girl from the foster home. She didn't have many people crying for her. Cali had a few of us, but I don't think that was enough.

They deserved the world, and all they got was a couple of misfits and foster kids. And the priest, of course. Cali would've killed me for having a priest at her funeral. She would've gone on and on about how religion isn't important and how the concept of "God" or any religious deity baffles her. But I figured there should be a priest there, even if it's only for irony.

I sat in the front row of chairs and the caskets were right in front of me. They should've been closed. But no, it was an open casket and now everyone that was at the funeral will remember them like that, dead and grey. Cali looked pretty much the same though. She had always been a bit grey.

The ceremony started, and after the first few words, we were all sobbing. Then, a skinny woman sat down next to Layla. Layla grimaced uncomfortably but said nothing. The woman didn't cry. She just sat there.

I couldn't stop staring at her, she was so oddly familiar, but at the same time she wasn't. She didn't cry once during the funeral, and then I went up to give my speech.

I absolutely hate public speaking, but I did it anyway. I'll spare you all the cheesy, mushy shit that I said. "They're in a better place" "They lived wonderful lives" "God will take care of them" and all that crap. Did I believe it? No. But it's better than saying the truth. They died in awful ways and it probably hurt like a bitch, their lives really did suck, and God? Well I'm not gonna say anything about that. I'd probably just offend someone anyways.

After the funeral, I put red roses at both graves and I walked away from them. The woman approached me, and I had a strange urge to slap her. When she opened her mouth, I realized why.

"Well that was a fucking awful speech. Complete lies. Nothing you said was true." She grumbled.

I shook my head, "Oh shut up. Your kids are dead, so now you've moved on to another person to criticize until they kill themselves, right? Well bitch, let me tell you something. I've been there, done that shit. You're not going to kill me too. And you're so lucky we're in public, because if we weren't I would be killing you right now." I growled at her. It's amazing, she only said 3 sentences and I already knew who she was.

She smirked, "Sorry. I'm not afraid of you. And I didn't kill my kids. One of them was shot, and the other one was stupid enough to kill herself. Not my fault."

"Cali wasn't stupid. She just got stuck with a fuck up as a mom." I answered, not breaking eye contact with her.

"Her name was Calliope. And yes, she did. Just as that one will too." She said, pointing at my stomach.

I instantly held on to my stomach. This bitch was worse than what Cali had said.

"1. Don't talk to me like that. I'm not like you, I'm absolutely nothing like you and I have absolutely nothing in common with you. 2. Don't you dare address my son. Do it again and I'll kill you. And I'm not exaggerating. I will kill you." I have to admit, when I'm pissed, I sound more cold-hearted than I ever imagined I could. I could barely recognize my own voice.

She sighed, "Son? What's his name?"

"Do you care or are you just trying to make me decide against murdering you?" ...Well, I'm straight to the point...