Chapter 50

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I look at my reflection in the mirror and I pull the black veil over my face. Today was the funeral for my mom and Harry. "Are you ready dear?" My grandmother asks and I draw my attention to her through the mirror, she is clad in black, as am I.
"I guess." I whisper, turning to her and walking up to her. I envelope her into a hug and rub her back. We make our ways to the stretch limo, climbing in. I grasp her hand, watching as she brings the tissue to her nose. We ride to the service in silence, in no mood for chit chat.

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"Don't think of it as losing these two beautiful individuals, think of it as them living eternally in your hearts. They shine on through the power of your love. Don't ever feel sad that they are gone because they are always watching over you. Two angels have earned the passage of flight, let's take a moment of a silence." The preacher bows his head and we all follow suit. I close my eyes and images of Liam fill my mind, his crazed look all the way to the bullet into his forehead. My eyes shoot open and I let out a yelp. All eyes on me and I excuse myself.

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As my life goes on, I go through various therapy sessions, explaining my story and trying to get the haunting face of Liam out of my head. They all tell me the same thing about being distressed. I have nightmares of Liam and I relive seeing Harry on the floor in our house and I still relive Liam telling me that my mother is gone and I stay awake at nights. I am emotionally damaged beyond repaired.

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This story is over! But there is a sequel, I will put it on here also but I am just starting it so the updates won't come as quick! But tell me what you thought about this! Until next time... -C

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