Living with the badboy

25

"Wh- What?" My breath hitched in my throat and I began to stutter. Re words were glued to my tongue and swarming in my head. I was suddenly not aware of the situation anymore, everything had fallen silent. My hands were trembling and my mouth ran hot and dry.

"Your parents got in a car crash when the were touring in Paris. I'm so sorry Julia but they were both killed instantly due to the impact..." the rest went straight past me. I couldn't focus anymore, everything went blurry and vague. Later I realized that it was due to my teary eyes and uncontrollable sniffles. My blood run cold and my whole body stiffened.

"I- I- your lying!" I screamed out trough my hiccups. My nails dug into my skin and the anger was boiling trough my veins.

"I'm sorry Julia but unfortunately it is the truth" he said sternly losing his patience with me. I hear him sigh deeply before he spoke again. "Is there someone with you at the moment?"

This snapped me back to reality and I hastily wiped my eyes. I tried to regain my calmness, after all what else can I do in a moment like this.

"Yes"

"Good, we will inform the family you have been staying with at the moment. Do you have any family members you can stay with?" He said monotonously.

Jerk! Like you care I can already tell that you are just following protocol.. you sick bastard.

"Don't bother. My father is only child who's parents both died early and my mothers family lives in London." I replied harshly.

What else can I say my dads parents had trouble getting children so after my dad they had no luck anymore. And my moms family is just one big Mystery. I have never seen them and never will. You know why? Because I couldn't  care less.

"So you are all alone?" His voice hinted pity and was soft, but I didn't like him babying me.

"Looks like it" I bit sarcastically at his stupid remark before hanging up the line. He was probably beyond pissed at me right now. He will probably call me back in no time bit that was all secondary info.

"Where will I go?" I sighed talking to myself. I wanted nothing more than disappear in thin air. To drift away while feeling nothing. To suddenly stop thinking, existing and overall feeling. To stop feeling pain.

But that is not how life works much to my dismay. Life is a bitch. And that is not going to change anytime soon.

The headache that was still evident from my hangover started to kick in and I sighed at myself. Could this day.

Of course I have a headache. Losing your only family is not soul crushing enough so let's top that with a throbbing headache.

A warm hand was placed on my shoulder and I suddenly snapped out of my thoughts. I jumped at this and almost tripped.

"Jules? What happened?" He said softly squeezing my shoulder.

I turned around looking him in his eyes. Mine were watery, red and puffy. My bottom lip was quivering and my hands were shaking. Suddenly I felt really hot, almost suffocatingly hot. His eyes were so calming and looked so bright. His head was still messily hanging over his eyes. His breathing was bearable and I controlled.

I stared at him straight in the eyes before mumbling. "I lost my parents"

After this I broke down crying. My body would've fallen to the ground. My legs couldn't support me anymore because my body weight was suddenly as heavy as led.

His arms wrapped tight around me making me feel safe and protected from the evil world. It made me feel like nothing could get to me for at least now. I was safe, or at least my mind tricked me into thinking so.

But that's enough for now.

For the rest of the day I cried and slept in his arms on the couch.

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Today's the funeral.

Today I have to put my parents in the ground.

Today I should have some enclosure.

The last thing scared me most, because what if I'm not ready to close things up yet? What if I can not say goodbye yet to the two people in this world that were there for me my whole life.

Everybody was staring at me in pity, everybody was talking to each other in hustled whispers.

My mouth went dry and a massive lump formed in my throat.i was shaking, my hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Suddenly someone wrapped his hand around mine and squeezed lightly. I looked at my right and saw hunter stand next to, he looked straight ahead and his jaw was ticking. His brows were furrowed into a look of anger.

This must be hard for Hunter to. My mother was a second mom for hunter, especially after what happened to his...
After what happened she took hunter to our house and made his favorite pancakes, even though it was late in the evening.  After a few banana peanut pancakes I finally stopped crying and even gave a small smile.

He too was devastated after he heard it. He was hurt but still took me in his arms while watching Disney movies to stop me from crying. Even though I cried almost directly after he left.

I cried myself to sleep everyday grow then. And that might be the reason for my giant bags and sleep deprivation.

I was handed the shovel at first and now I felt the burning gazes from my remaining family who flew out to get to the funeral. They were all staying at a hotel nearby.

As I picked up the dirt with my shovel I could not help but think how messed up this actually is. I'm putting my parents who are already dead under the ground so they can rot until there is nothing left. My shovel was hovering above the coffin. The scattering dirt made an crashing sound on the coffin in contrast to the dead silence from everybody else.

After we were finished everybody wanted to speak their condolences. They wanted to tell me how sorry they are for me and how this was gods cruel way of the sting how strong I was.
Week god might be overestimating me a tad.

But we all know that at the end of the day I don't have parents left and they are happy it's me and not them. People are selfish like that.

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"Come Julia let's get you home or you will catch a cold" hunter said softly as if everything could break my, like I was fragile.

I knew he just wanted me to get away from this emotionally draining place.
Of course I wasn't going to catch a cold, I wore a warm coat and even mittens. But I was thankful that he wanted me to get away from here and I think he secretly wanted to get away to.

"Yeah I feel a bit cold we should go" I said with exhaustion evident in my tone.

He looked at me with a small side smirk making me gawk at his beautiful icy blue orbs. He took my hand in he's and tugged me towards the car.

"Let's get you a warm coco and some snacks, we can watch a movie again or talk or something."

I smiled at this. he was always so thoughtful and knew what I needed at moments like this. He is my holding in this wild and uncontrollable river we call life.

"I would like to do that. But eh... can we watch Pokémon?" I said nervously because I was afraid he would laugh at me. After all everybody goes on and on about how Pokémon is an child show."

"Pokémon? Like the child show?"he chuckled making me blush and mentally slap myself for telling him that I have a thing for child shows. He probably things I'm a loser or something.

"Sound fun. Movies or series?" He added coolly making me raise my eyebrows. I quickly whipped the surprise off my face before adding "series duh".

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