Nightmares and Fantasies | L.H | supernatural au

Ch. 5

I look in my closet and take out a black suit. It's the same one I wore last year. I wish I could refuse to go, but Mr. Oliver always brings me down, makes me feel terrible by saying, "My dead wife." Reminding me that it's my fault that she's dead. On this day, it's the only day I talk to him. He loves to trigger my weakness.

I put on the suit and go downstairs, I don't bother to fix my hair or anything; I want to look a mess. I stand in the living room, hesitating to go outside. My mother comes in and sighs. She smooths back my hair and kisses my cheek.

"Luke, you'll be fine." She says, as she hands me a bouquet of flowers.

"Why do I have to go? What happens if I don't?" I reply.

My mother sighs and places her hands at her side. She does when she doesn't have an answer.

"Just go Luke, please." She says.

I nod as I look down at my shoes. I look at the time; it's been fifthteen minutes. I hesitate to open the door, but Mr. Oliver opens it for me. I stare at my shaking hand, then slowly up at him.

"Time to go Lucas." He says coldly.

"My name is Luke." I correct him.

I hate when he calls me that.

Mr. Oliver looks at me in a disgusted manner and nods his head.

"Okay...Luke." He says reluctantly.

I walk out the door and get in Mr. Oliver's car. It smells of English leather and pen ink. Inhaling the smell makes me nauseous. I roll down the window, but Mr. Oliver closes it.

"I'm getting hot, roll down the window. You wouldn't want me to smell like sweat as I pay my respects to your dead wife." I say.

He doesn't say a word, but rolls down the window. I breathe in the fresh air and it makes me feel better. Soon we arrive at the graveyard. I try to calm down my racing heart, but nothing works. I get out the car and stay behind. I know Mr. Oliver talked bad about me to all of these people, they all hate me. I sluggishly walk forward but stop my steps as I hear crying. That person seeing me would probably make it worse. The people gather around, making a black sea around Mrs. Oliver's grave.

I can easily see over a woman's head and I can see Mr. Oliver standing next to the grave ready to give a speech. He clears his throat and stares right at me. His eyes are menacing; he smiles and looks at the people here.

"Today, we have come to honour my wife. As we all remember her as a loving, caring, wife, mother, friend, sister, daughter, and the list goes on and on. Something we all have in common here is that we miss her, hopefully all of us can agree on that. Janise made me happy, even when we went through the times we did, I still loved her dearly. It has been four years without her by my side, without her by your side. I will never forget that night...that terrible night."

Mr. Oliver looks at me again; I look down so I can avoid the vicious look in his eyes.

"I never mention the names, but it was a father and a son who killed her. They were fooling around, joking, being dumbfounded when they killed her. They are malicious people that deserve to burn for their sins. God has told me to forgive, but I can't, not with the wicked people who killed Janise. I wish I could return the favor, but as a Christian man, the lord strains me from not doing so."

No one says a word, the people look at the ground, and I want to scream; not out of fear, but out of anger. He does this to make me feel guilty, to feel worthless. I let him walk over me in the past but not today.

"I do not deserve to burn in hell. As a Christian you should forgive me! It wasn't even my fault! I heard her yelling at you, begging to see her daughter. I'm only 17, and I've made mistakes, but I won't let you continually remind me of them. Forgive, and that's not a plea, that's a demand. God's disappointed with you because you've been sinning for the past four years. Don't act like you're the victim, and don't act like I don't care about your wife. I've been suffering because of her death. So get some balls and man up!" I yell.