The Tequila Gang (completed)

Chapter Seventy Four: ➰

HARSH WORDS ON THE CHURCH GROUNDS

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Tia's POV

"Are you sure the funeral is at 11am?" I rushed out, frantically running around my apartment trying to gather the contents of my clutch bag.

"Positive." Lydia confirmed. Hmm strange I could of swore Sam had told me 12, I'd even wrote it down and stuck it to the fridge. Maybe I heard wrong. I pushed it to the back of my mind and followed after Lydia down to Jarred's car.

"Finally." He cheered as we closed the car door.

My stomach was churning in anticipation. I was nervous as hell to see Hunter, and slightly embarrassed of my actions last night, there's having a meltdown and then there's that. I was definitely staying well clear of alcohol today, and also well clear of any heated arguments between me and Hunter, it wasn't the time or the place.

Maybe it would be best to avoid him all together today.

Tomorrow though, that's a different story. Tomorrow we'll talk and I'll probably punch him and there will definitely be a lot of heated discussions if he's still in this absurd frame of mind. I was gonna get answers, I needed them if he expected me to pick up my life and start all over again without him. 

When we arrived at the small chapel, everyone was gathered around the entrance, Abigail and Hunter could be spotted straight away as they greeted all the guests, he didn't look to happy about it though, not if that scowl was anything to go by.

I didn't dare look at him, even though I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my head, he didn't want me here, I already knew that.

This should be fun.

"Hey guys." Kyle walked over and greeted us, giving me a concerned once over.

"How are you holding up with the break up? He's an idiot by the way." Oh so he'd even gone to the extent of telling people we were no longer together. I must of missed the fucking memo.

Keep your cool. I told myself over and over again, when in reality I just wanted to go up to him and shake him and ask him what the hell is going on? Another part of me wanted to curl up into a ball and cry myself to sleep, because that's all I do lately is cry.

"Spectacular." I plastered on my fakest smile, luckily Lydia dragged me away telling me to breathe and that after the service we will leave. All I needed to do for the next hour was avoid any questions on mine and Hunter's relationship status, pay my respects and leave.

Jarred kept Hunter talking so me and Lydia could walk straight into the church without the awkward conversations and heated arguments. Sam was inside directing us all to our seats, I was placed between Lydia and Kyle, directly behind Hunter, Sam, Jack and Abigail.

"I don't recall inviting over half of the people in this room." I overheard Hunter say, I couldn't help but think that was partly aimed at me, hell I knew it was aimed at me.

"Everyone who is here, is here because they want to pay respects to our father." Abi replied to him, "let it go Hunter."

The priest stood on the small stage holding a candle, explaining why we were gathered here today, and telling us to turn to page 6 in our books as we all sang a Hymn personally chosen by Abi, who by the end of the song was cuddled up to her husbands side as the tears fell. Kyle gave her a small pat on the shoulder.