Not your average cliché...

Just another thing to cry about... Pt. 2

A/N: Nick

~10:30~

"— And now Genesis, Laura's daughter will take the stage," the preacher Mike said in sympathetic voice.

The second I stand I regret wearing heels. I wobble my way to the stage, and grab the microphone from Mike, and look ahead at the crowd, in front of me. I force a smile, something I've been doing a lot lately, and start my speech that I prepared.

"Hi," I start but my speech falls from my mind. "I-I actually had a whole speech planed out." My voice booming through the speakers. I continue on, "but if anyone knows my mom you'll know she despises speeches, and doesn't know how to make one." Everyone laughs, feeling confident I continue on, "So I'm going to skip the speech," I say, "and speak from the heart," I smile.

"My mom had a wild imagination, she used to pretend that our horses 'Danny, and Nicole' were unicorns," I say,smiling at the memory. "She also was an amazing cook, every weekend the whole block would come together, and everyone would come to our house and cook, it was her favorite time of the week she once told me. She also could paint like never before," everyone laughs lightly. I continue on, "she used to say she was the girl version of de Vince, and that one day she would be a artist, and that we would move to Paris, and I would become a doctor there."

Tears were threatening to come out but I don't allow them to spill. "My mom was also a prankster, she always pranked me, when she had the chance," I take a shuddering breath before I continue on. "And to be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if her death was supposed to be a prank," I take a breath, "But, she hasn't came to say 'gotcha' yet, and that doesn't look like a dummy," I say pointing to the casket. Not able to hold my tears back anymore, I run outside.

"Genesis!" I don't turn around. "Genesis, wait!" Someone grabs my arm. I turn to see a muscular guy with a black suit.

"Ummm...Do I know you?" I say with arched eyebrows. Just as he's about to answer. Someone emerges from the church.

"Stay away from her, Michael!" My grandmother shouts.

"B-b-but I just want to talk to her, Jen!" The guy exclaims

She shakes with anger, "You lost the right to speak with her, when you left your family. NOW LEAVE!!" She shouts.

And understanding comes flooding in me. So this was my father.

He nods his head in respect, and turns on his toes not looking back.

"Was that my father?" I say the word feeling weird on my tongue.

"Yes, that was him, but don't worry, he will not come back anymore.

I nod my head, but a sinking feeling in my stomach made me want to go back to that man who was supposed to be my father, and wrap my hands around his body, while he held me.

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