A Christmas Miracle || 4ou Brooklynn💝

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One week later...

I left school feeling fantastic. I've been to Ethan and Grayson's house twice during this first week of December, and Gray and I are getting really close. I even met Cameron and their mom, but it wasn't just the Dolan's that made me happy, there was thirteen days till Christmas break! My friends and I have really been getting into the Christmas spirit, and I couldn't wait to spend Christmas eve with them.

As I drove, an ambulance whisked passed me, its sirens were louder than my music. It was going in the same direction as me so I followed it.

After a couple of minutes, it led me to a blocked lane. Caution tape was set up, police cars parked everywhere, and there were people scattered across the street, trying to get a glimpse of the scene. I spotted a body bag, and gasped. I looked at the people on the sidewalk, trying to see if anyone I knew was there.
I spotted my mom, and got out of my little car. I jogged toward her, confused of why she was there.

"Mom, what's going on here?" I asked. Her face was pale.
"Mom?"
Tears streaked down her face.
"Your father..." She whispered.
I was still confused.
"Mom, I don't understand. What about him? What happened?"
She took a deep, raggedy breath.
"He's, he's dead." She said whaling.
I wave of fear came over me.
"He got hit by semi when crossing the road." She managed as she sobbed uncontrollably.
I stood there for a second, in shock.

It hit me. Like a wave in the ocean. He's gone. Tears streaked down my face as I bear hugged my mom. We were there for a good five minutes, when I decided it would be best to go home.
I helped my mom to the car, for she was crying so much she could barely stand.
Tears were streaming down my cheek, but my vision a little blurry. I drove away, taking one last look at the scene.

We were home about two minutes later, and I helped my mom to the house. I was still crying, but definitely not as much as my mother. Come to think of it, I think she was crying more than ever.

...

My mom and I walked in silence to the grave after an hour ceremony in the church. I shivered madly. It was negative twenty degrees, I wore a little black dress that went just above my knees, and I walked threw the thick snow in my black flats, the snow brushing my ankles. I didn't care.

We walked threw the gates to the grave, and joined the others around my dads grave. Tears filled my eyes and started to flow down my cheeks. I couldn't bare seeing my fathers ashes.

...

Another week went by, and I only went to school three times that week. I was starting to feel normal again, and my mom, well that was another story. She started drinking. She thought it would help her forget, and how ever was she wrong. Every night I could hear her whaling, and she started to get abusive. I loved my mom, but this was getting out of control. I've been practically living at my friends' houses.