Keep On Hoping

Chapter eight

                “Hurry up, we are late!” I exclaimed as I went to put on make-up.

                “Babe, is that necessary? You look beautiful.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, tight enough so I couldn’t escape.

                “This isn’t the time to be all cute and all puppy love like. Now go and put something a little more decent on, we are going to a funeral not a football game.” I sighed as I saw him in his ripped American Eagle jeans and a T-shirt that says ‘Just do it’. I mean really, does he have any respect?

                “Why does this even matter to you? I thought you hate them.”

                I sighed. “Because this is my last chance to be able to tell my mother how I feel. It’s now or never.”

                “So why do we have to look presentable?” I see what he meant, I was in a summer-like black dress, and I did make him change into a good pair of jeans and his Abercrombie and Fitch polo.

                “Because…I don’t want her to see it coming.” I inhaled, “You ready?” When he wasn’t paying attention I grabbed a button and ate it. I figured it would come in handy, especially if everything goes wrong, I’ll be safe, relax, and Hunter will protect me if needed.

We headed out to his truck and he sped off towards the funeral. We were only fifteen minutes late, which meant we missed the ceremonial speech that would mean nothing to me. I took a deep breath and exited the car. I, by accident, slammed the door closed, making everyone turn their heads to me.

                “OMG it’s the one who killed him.”

                “I can’t believe she has the nerve to be here.”

                “What a bitch, I mean she probably faked all those bruises and tried to blame it on her parents.”

Each one of their comments hit me hard. Tears were falling down my face when Hunter hugged me. “Babe, look we can leave now if you want, it’s not your fault. I love you.”

                “Oh look, so your little boyfriend came with you. What do u guys plan to do, make out in front of the casket? I knew you were a slut Kailee, but I never thought someone as handsome as this dude would ever fall for your tricks. You are the ugliest slut I ever raised.”

                “You…are…a…bitch.” Everyone gasped at my response. “And before you say anything else, you never raised me, no one did.  And I love how you will turn everyone else against me, but it doesn’t matter because I know the truth and I have the proof, and I have my own people as witnesses.” I shot a friendly glare to Hunter.

                “Yea and if you ever dare to touch her or cause her pain I will hurt you all.” Hunter added.

                “Awe how cute, your little boyfriend is all protective…And you’re right, I never did raise you, actually you know what I never wanted you. You were a mistake, which I should have listened to Harold and got that abortion, maybe if I did, and then I would never be in this situation.”

I was speechless, what was there to say, I told her off, and well it backfired. I felt defeated, until it hit me, the most non-respectful thing you can do to a person, and well she was one of the most non-respectful people in the world.

                I swallowed my pride and took a step closer to her. Hunter was in a stance ready to defend me in case it was needed. He had no clue what I was going to do, he probably expected me to punch her, but everyone gasped as I spit on her shoes. I turned around and headed into his car.