Sweet Little Nothing [Lea Michele teenfiction]

Chapter 10: The funeral.

~Three days later~

        Scarlett looked at her bed. There were three bags on it. She wasn't in the mood to go anywhere, she felt too exhausted. She was feeling very guilty about it, and Theodore was in the same place as her. They didn't want to go to the funeral, but they knew they had to. She was wearing a simple, black dress until her knees and black ballerina shoes. She decided to go with the smallest bag, as she thought that she would only put her phone and some tissues in it.

  

        When she went downstairs, her mother was waiting for her at the door with Victor. He opened the door and walked to the car as Scarlett's mother took her by the hand and looked at her. "At least talk to me."

"I'm not in the mood.", Scarlett said and let her hand go.

        In the car everybody was silent. Victor was sitting on the front seat. Lorrie still hadn't talked to him. She wasn't sure about her decision yet. Her mother was against abortion and she was willing to help her, but Lorrie didn't want to raise her child without its father. Scarlett told her that she would be by her side no matter what would happened.

Victor checked his phone to see if Lorrie had texted him and turned it off pissed off. "Will dad come to the funeral?"

"I don't think so, honey. Scarlett, will Lorrie come?"

"Yes."

"She will?", Victor asked shocked.

"Yes.", Scarlett said and texted Theodore to see if he had gone there.

        When they got there, there were a lot of people. Most of them were crying, but his mother was a tragic figure. She was pale and miserable, but she wasn't crying. Her husband was holding her, because her feet could not stand still. Whey she got out of the car, Scarlett tried to spot Lorrie and Theodore. They were together in a corner. Neither of them was crying, and Aaron was a few meters away looking on the ground. She walked towards him and looked at him.

"Aaron?"

"Yes?"

"I'm really sorry for what happened.", she said as she took his hand. "Your brother was a good guy and he died very young."

"Thank you Scarly. At least I know he didn't die for no reason. He saved a life, and I'm really proud."

"Theodore is very grateful."

"I know."

"If you need anything, you know where to find me. I'll be more than happy to help you with anything."

"Thanks Scarlett, it means a lot."

        When she got home, she locked her room's door and sat on her bed. The drank pigeon was hungry, but she was too exhausted to get up and feed it. She put on her pj's and lied on her bed. The door bell rang and she thought that her mother would open. Victor was in a bad mood, because he had talked with Lorrie. Scarlett would text her later to find out what happened. The doorbell kept ringing, so she unlocked her door and went downstairs to open it. It was Andrew. He was wearing black trousers and a simple, white shirt.

"Hi. How are you?'', he asked. "I heard what happened in the news and I thought that it would be better to let you recover a bit before I would bother you."

"You never bother me.", she said.

"I didn't want to call you, it's been a long time since I saw you."

"Yea. Come in.", she said and they went upstairs.

"So how are you holding up?"

"I feel kinda fine. I don't want to think about it."