A New Life With The Johnson Boys!

Funerals and Packing up

Amber's p.o.v.

It isn't the same anymore. Nicky just packs, eats, showers, changes, sleeps and does the same thing again. Today is our father's funeral. Nicky's spirits are dead. She's not the same. It's like we reversed roles because now I'm the one trying to get her out of the bed. I've been struggling with my sister and today is our father's funeral. She just got dressed, did her make up, did her hair and then came to do mine. She went easier on me considering that I don't wear make up all that often. She looked at me when she finished and barely smiled.

Nicky's p.o.v.

I still can't fully believe our dad is dead. His funeral is today but idk. I finally finished packing there is nothing left in my room except for boxes and a couple of suitcases. Right now my sister is shoving me out the door and into her car. I would drive but I'm not ready yet. I got into my sister's mustang and we were headed out the door.

*after the funeral.

Here I am shaking hands and getting hugs from plenty of people all wishing me the best and reminding me of how great my father was. I look at my sister and she just smiles at me. I know that its just a smile for everyone else but knowing that I still have Amberia is somewhat comforting. As we are driving home I realize that this is the last time Amberia and I will be in this house until we are 18. Two years until we can come back. Maybe this is a good thing, you know us leaving. It'll help us move past this pain. Not fully but somewhat. So here I am packing up my Range Rover, with all my things getting ready to drive across the country to move to my new home. I'm finally done. *my sister places her hand on mine and says it'll be OK. I know she means well but its not helping.Amberia was always the one keeping me safe and out of trouble, now its my turn. She needs me now.