Cult of Syn MxM (Staten Krown)

10

Marigold's funeral had to be the darkest thing ever. The rain wouldn't stop and it was windy so the umbrella's we had weren't doing a good job. It's like God has decided that he had too much to drink in heaven and he broke the seal. So he decides to come right over Marigold's funeral and take a long drawn out piss on all of us.

That's how I felt.

I look over at Wade and all I see is darkness. I want to be by his side. I put my arm on his back. I pat it a little bit hoping that it would make him feel better. Truth is I don't think it does. I don't think anything could make Wade feel better right now.

There is a darkness in him that scares the fuck out of me.

"Are you OK?" I ask him, "We don't have to go the reception."
"We'll go," Wade states, "I'll meet you there."

We are leaving the funeral to go to Marigold's funeral reception. A lot of Wade's family has come from out of town to pay their respect. There aren't many dry eyes at her funerals but Wade is definitely one.

As we are at the funeral Sampson, is saying some kind words about Marigold before he dismisses everyone to start making their way to the reception. He walks over to where Wade and I are.

"Your mother was a kind and gentle soul," Sampson tells Wade, "This was a horrible accident."

Sampson plays the part of the concerned pastor quite well. You would think Wade isn't the same guy who he was fighting not too long ago. Wade has suffered something crazy in this town and I feel for him. I can relate.

"Accident. My mother was murdered," Wade states.

"I've reached out to the police and the confirmed report was that it was an accident. I'll make sure I get to the bottom of this however. I promise," Sampson replies.

There is no comforting him. I'd watched during this entire funeral as Wade's friends and family tried to comfort him on his mother's death. He wasn't having none of that. Wade only had darkness in his eyes right now.
"What the fuck can you do?" Wade asks Sampson.

I feel bad for Sampson. He's a pastor. It was his job to comfort. I wonder at that moment looking at Sampson if God listened to the shit he said a little bit more then what the rest of us said. I wonder if that collar of his gave him a louder voice. Maybe if I got my own collar I can communicate with God and just tell him that this is some fucked up shit.

Wade had been through enough when he got jumped or when he didn't get justice. He went through enough when they fucked up his eye.

Now he lost his mother.

I understood all of that but right now I didn't like that he was getting so aggressive with Sampson.

"Wade he's just trying to help," I point out.

Wade isn't hearing it.

He shakes his head violently and spits something out, "The people who killed my mother are having a celebration dinner. This fucking town voted for Edwin Reading to become president...even through all the shit that Syn and I fucking showed them about the Reading brothers."
That's when it happens. It happens out of nowhere. Wade starts breaking down. Sampson looks at me as though signaling me to comfort Wade. I don't. I just let him cry and cross my arms. I hate the sound of tears. Who the fuck started this crying shit? Was it biological or behavioral? I never really had this huge need to just cry. Babies didn't cry when they were sad. They cried when they wanted something. Usually they got it.

Why the fuck was Wade crying now? What did he want?"

"It's OK," Sampson says patting Wade on his back.