A Deal with the Devil (Completed)

33. Make me scream again

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Chapter 33.

Make me scream again.

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The funeral was torture.

Everyone dressed in black with teary faces and a miserable body language, even the weather seemed to cooperate, it was drizzling lightly putting a gloomy envelope over us. It wasn't my first time attending a funeral, I had attended one, my own father's, 4 years back.

And though that one was fake, I was sure this one wasn't because this was open casket and I could see the silent pale dead body.

I gulped, feeling my tears in the eyelids, I blinked them off. Looking around I realized I knew quite a few people. My eyes stopped as they landed on my father's rigid body, his eyes strained on the coffin. People talked beside him but he was too focused on the dead body to listen to their words.

As if sensing my gaze, he looked up, sending me a sad smile. I barely managed to smile back, all I wanted was to hug him and console him. I couldn't even imagine the pain he must be feeling right now.

Four years, back from dead after four years only to attend another funeral.

I found myself walking towards him. As soon as I reached near, dad wrapped his arms around me lightly patting my head like he did when I was child and was sad because I didn't get what I wanted, that was mostly chocolates.

"It's going to be okay." He whispered.

I sniffed, blinking away the tears again. Hugging him tighter, I nodded, "I know dad and so should you. We are there for you."

He smiled, lightly kissing my forehead. "We are there for each other, unicorn."

"Please take your seats." Someone said and immediately there was hustling and whispering as everyone scrambled to take their seats. Ours was of course the first row.

I sat next to dad and held his hand tightly as someone went up to speak a few words.

"Hello," Her voice trembled, she was in her late forties, dressed in a long full sleeve black dress with minimal makeup. She wiped her nose with the handkerchief and took a deep breath before continuing to speak again. "As a few of you may know I am Joe's sister, Macy. We had a troubled past, we weren't as close as a brother and sister should have been but that didn't mean we didn't love each other. I'll never know exactly why he never got married, why he ran away from this place but I figure it's something to do with the drug racket he was working on."

Macy glanced at dad sadly, "But I do know he died protecting the people he considered family. He was a brave man, always strong. And wherever he is right now-" she glanced up, putting her hand over her heart. "- Joe, I want you to know that I love you. You were an amazing brother and a great person. You have changed and saved lives. You are a hero." And with that she promptly burst into tears.

A man, her husband I suppose immediately went up to hold her and bought her back to her seat, trying to calm her down.

My dad got up, smiled at me before taking Macy's place.