Rebel Yell

Chapter 48:

"Ready! Aim! Fire!" A police man instructed as several other police men fired white guns up in the air. The whole police academy including Fowler was at Lt. Green's funeral, watching as they lowered his casket into the ground. His casket had the american flag draped over it and multiple families had shown up. All except the Mercer family... as we were across the very same graveyard, busy burying Jack.

Jeremiah had covered the cost of Jack's funeral. His casket had flowers of all sorts on top of it. Camille and the girls had wandered from Jack's funeral over to Lt. Green's funeral, leaving Bobby, Jeremiah, Angel and I hovering over Jack's casket. I can't even begin to describe the feeling I feel inside right now as I stand here staring down at his casket. Jack has been dead for only a few days and already in these past few days it has felt like an eternity. I haven't been able to sleep - I find myself only sleeping for 2-3 hours a night, tops. I can't eat, I an't do anything.

Sometimes I close my eyes hoping that when I open them that this is all just going to be a bad dream and that Jack will be sitting beside me. I don't know how I was even able to leave Jack the first time as now I can't even function without him. My world feels like it's been turned upside down, I feel emotionless, I haven't been able to cry since the morning that Jack was killed. However, I know that isn't going to last and that I'm going to have another screaming break down soon, I can feel it coming. My world has been ripped from me and I have to live with myself knowing that the last day that the love of my life was on this earth was the day I told him I hated him... that was the last thing I said to him.

"Jackie..." Bobby sighed as he stared at Jack's casket.

Suddenly my hands began to tremble and my face suddenly felt warm as tears that I haven't seen in days finally poured out of the corners of my eyes like a waterfall. The breakdown that I was expecting to come, was now here.

"No!" I bawled almost collapsing to my knees when all three of the Mercer brothers ran over to me and help me up, pulling me into a huge group hug.

"Amber.. it's okay.. it's okay.. we're here..." Jerry said softly, attempting to sooth me.

"No... not my Jackie..." I bawled into one of the brothers's shoulders.

"Let's go home Amby... it'll be okay... everything is going to be okay..." Angel said as he rubbed my back.

"Why?!... WHY?!" I bawled hysterically, sobbing uncontrollably.

I'm not even sure how they managed to get me home after that, but they did. Now we were sitting in the dining room, surrounded shot out windows, bullet holes everywhere - including in all of our picture frames. I noticed that Sofie had done a very good job at cleaning up all the glass... but things still looked like WW3 had just taken place here in the Mercer house.

"We should have came home... we should have came home..." Bobby whispered as he stared up at the photo of Jack on the wall. The frame was busted from a bullet hitting it.

Angel sighed as he too looked up at the photo of Jack on the wall, "I miss him too.. we ain't gonna be able to bring him back but we at least can send him some company up there."

"We can't go to war with Sweet... he will just hire more goons until we all dead." Jerry stated in defeat.

"I don't know what to do anymore..." Bobby started. "I already lost one brother... you guys are all I got."

"Wait..." Jerry stood up and smiled as he placed his hands on his hips, making us all stare up at him with looks of confusion written across our faces. "I have an idea." He announced proudly.

"What?" I grumbled, staring back at the photos on the wall.

"We take the rest of the money from moms insurance, pay Sweet to call off his dogs. He will deal. He's a business man." Jerry explained.