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MY dad died today.
Since he began to hurt us, I grew what I thought was hatred, but my heart is cracked.
I wish I could say I was heart broken, but I wasn't. I was just sad.
My mom seemed to be relieved, while sympathizing at the same time.
My dad wasn't a bad person himself, alcohol made him a bad person.
We were still sitting in the hospital waiting room, waiting for the doctors to allow us to say our goodbyes.
I still wasn't sure what even happened.
I fell cold and frozen, I didn't know what to do. How the hell was I going to live with just my mom?
As much as I disliked my dad, he was a mediator. He never tried to turn us on my mom when she cheated, he never said anything bad about her. It wasn't until he ran out of ideas that he began to drink.
My mom worked part time, which meant that as of now we were going to be needing someone else to get a job.
Roman also had a part time job at an auto shop with Ian's dad, maybe he could work more.
But to keep our house I was going to need a job. I'm underage, so a job that isn't a chain, or manufactured by a larger company.
The only person I could think of was Ray.
Doctors took my mom, asking questions about his body and telling her he was dead, something she already knew.
They asked stuff about what we want to do with the body, which my mom simply said to cremate it.
"Cam, Ro, come on," mom said after a couple minutes. I needed to mentally prepare myself to see him for the last time.
Roman held my shoulder, squeezing it every couple of seconds.
As we walked into the room, I felt myself crumble. I began to cry seeing his pale body on the hospital bed.
Nothing was connected to him anymore, he just laid there in a hospital gown.
My mom first stepped up to the bed mumbling, then Ian.
"Cameron do you want us to stay in here?" Roman asked and I shook my head.
I walked up to the bed slowly, my heart aching.
"Hey dad, I love you. I know I haven't shown it in a while, but I really do. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me. And I didn't even get to say goodbye. Well, I love you daddio, thank you for being the best dad you could. I love you," I said to him, hugging the corpse. I know it's just his body, but I wanted to make sure that I at least hugged him one last time.
"Are you okay Cami?" My mom asked hugging me, tightly.
She let me go and I walked away, out of the hospital.
I took a bus to the block with Ray's shop on it, hoping they were there.
Fortunately they were just sitting down.
"Summer What the fuck was that?" Fuckshit said and I ignored him walking up to Ray at the counter.
"Are you okay Summer?" Ray asked and I shook me head, "my dad passed away."
"Oh my god," Ray mumbled climbing over the counter and pulling me in tight. He held my head, and I wrapped my arms around him.
"I'm always here Summer," he whispered into my ear and I nodded pulling away.
"Is there any chance I could get a job here, low paying? I just need to help out at home. My brother needs me, and we'll get taken away if they find out there's only one part-time salary being made," I explained and Ray nodded.
"Yeah of course, but we don't have very much business. I can't pay you if I don't have any customers," he explained and I thought for a second.
The bowl.
"You know Beverly Hills? The bowl in Beverly Hills?" I said and Ray nodded.
"Thats full of rich kids that would be dying to get a one of a kind board! They would pay hundreds for it Ray!" I exclaimed and Ray smiled at me.
"You're pretty smart kiddo," he said nussiling my hair," I smiled.
"Aye everyone come over here," Ray yelled and everyone moaned, walking over.
"Shit is changing around here. Were going to help Summer while she's going through a hard time. We need to be a family, you hear me?" Rah said and everyone mumbled a yes.
"And be extra nice to Summer, she needs it, okay you guys can go do whatever you want," Ray said and we walked back.
I went and sat next to Fuckshit, leaning.
"You okay?" He asked and I nodded, laying my head on his shoulder.
He laced our fingers and we watched the movie. Just like that.
