forty nine

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a week later
Wednesday | 2:13 p.m.

Renée's P.O.V.

"Haleigh, I don't know." I shook my head, placing my phone on the bed.

"You don't have to invite her, but you need to tell her."

"Can't I just like text her, or e-mail her?" I asked.

"No, you have to call her."

"The last time I called her I told her not to contact me anymore."

"I know, by the circumstances right now... you need to call her."

"Yeah, I know." I picked my phone up and dialed my mom's number.

"Renée? Is that you?" My mom asked.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Um, are you okay? What's wrong?" She asked.

"It's dad. H-he's dead."

"What?"

"He passed away last Tuesday."

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry sweetie."

"I just thought you should know."

"If there's anything I can do, let me know."

"Okay. Um, that's really the only reason I called so..."

"I understand. It was nice talking to you Renée."

"Bye." I hung up and dropped my phone.

"See, how hard was that?" Haleigh asked.

"Insanely hard." She rolled her eyes.

"I have to go home, I have class later," she said standing up and heading towards the door.

"Okay. Tell your mom thank you again for taking care of the funeral and stuff."

"Renée, you've thanked her like fifty times."

"I know, but it was a lot of money and I don't know what I would've done if she didn't offer to help. So just tell her thank you."

"Okay. I'll see you later."

"Bye." She closed the door behind her leaving me alone.

Soon I heard nails scratching on my door and smiled, opening the door to let Sammy in. He hopped on the bed and I sat next to him. He licked my hand then rested his head on my lap. I smiled, petting his head and scratching behind my ears.

My phone dinged, a text from Daniel showing up. He had just gotten out of class and wanted to call me. I clicked the facetime button and waited for him to answer.

"Hey beautiful," Daniel said when his face popped up on the screen.

"Hi," I said quietly.

"How are you?" He asked.

"I'm okay. What about you?"

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