Making a Difference (sequel to PDA)

Ch.31: Making of a Death

~Albany~

The doorbell rang and I was sitting at the kitchen table doing my homework. I had just arrived from my doctor's appointment. Dad was playing with Sawyer and attempting him to get down to sleep. I answered the door and I saw someone in their army uniform and i knew something bad had to happen to my Papa. "Miss your parent home" he asked me and I nodded my head. "But you can tell me, is my papa dead? Is Zayn Malik dead" I asked the guy in his uniform and he just sighed. He gave me a pity smile on his face. "Your father sacrificed his life for the greater good" The guy told me with a small smile and he handed me a piece of paper and that's when my dad came down the stairs without Sawyer. The guy said at the front door and I knew my dad knew what had happened in this moment. We both knew what this was. We had enough experience as well as watching television set you up to know what happened. The guy handed me a hat and with it. There was a stitch that said Malik on the hat and I felt the tears fell down my face and i just ran to my room and started throwing things around and that's when my dad grabbed me into a tight hug and i just sobbed into his chest and i could feel his tears slip out of his eyes and "I want Papa" I exclaimed to dad while I dropped the hat onto the floor and Dad just hugged me tighter. We sat down on the couch not saying anything. We both were hurting, my dad just lost his husband and i just lost my father. i rubbed my stomach to help make me feel at ease a little bit. The doorbell rang and just like that my dad got the door and i could hear the chatter coming from a vary of accents in the room. I just sat on the couch holding onto the hat that once were placed on my father's head. I felt someone rub my shoulder and i turned to see Chris was waiting for me to dove into his arms and I just hugged him tighter. "Why" I whispered to Chris and Chris sighed and shook his head. "I'm not going to say the cliche words because i know that's not going to help you in the slightest bit" Chris informed me and i was glad he knew me well. "Good because I don't want those words. I just thought my father would be okay but I was wrong. I keep thinking is it my fault. Is this a way that God is punishing me" I ranted to Chris while we went back upstairs to my room but we stopped on the stairs while Chris rubbed my head and I placed my head on his shoulder. Chris had his arm around my shoulders. We could hear the adults talking. "Liam, if you want or need us to do anything, we will gladly be up to helping you" I heard Harry say and I could tell my dad was at a lost of words. "Can you take Sawyer for a couple days while me and Albany try to figure these things out? I still have to call Trisha and all of his sisters. How am I going to get through the call without crying" I heard my dad sound so desperate and Chris just continued to rub my arm down. "I need to leave this place" I told him and Chris just nodded his head. "I think Andy would love to be here with you" Chris gave me a soft smile that showcased those dimples that he had gotten from Uncle Harry. We climbed down the stairs and we walked into the kitchen and everyone was looking at us. Chris just rubbed his hand down my arm. "Can I go out" I asked my dad and dad sighed looking hesitant. "I need somewhere where I can breath please" I told dad and dad just nodded his head. Chris and i were in his car without the radio being played in the background. Chris stopped at a cemetery and I just looked at Chris with a questioning. I looked around the cemetery. "They really getting ready for his funeral. They had to make it official" I said to Chris while we both stared at the funeral being set up. "He was a hero Albany. He didn't die for nothing" Chris comforted me and I sighed while I still held onto his cap. i couldn't let it go at all. "It really hurts" I told Chris and we walked up to the photo of my father. He was in his uniform and he looked so happy and that killed me because I knew that I would always having to compete with the Navy. The guards tried to stop me from looking at the picture and I saw someone I thought I recognized. "This is Zayn's daughter let her be here" The guy said while he was fully in his Navy outfit. I sat down in one of the chairs. He sat down next to me and gave me a small smile. "I'm Josh Devine. I worked with your father, we were roommates" Josh told me and i nodded my head. Josh handed me something and i just stared at the object. "Zayn kept that with him all the time" Josh urged me to open the locket and i just nodded my head before staring at the picture of me and my Papa holding me. I felt more tears slip from my eyes. "Your Papa was extraordinary and I was glad to meet him" Josh patted me on the shoulder before leaving me to see how they were sitting up the funeral. I looked at Chris who was still at the car, I got up from the chair before seeing that Josh was commanding where everything was going and such.