Forbidden Love (Scrapped)

Chapter 34

I wake up the next morning preparing to face my father.

First time I will speak to him in almost four months.

Without my mom.

Last night I went straight to bed, not saying a word to Lydia or Sam. Luckily I know They understand. I am mourning. My favorite person on the planet passed away yesterday, and I don't even know the cause.

I take a shower, blow dry my hair, put it in a bun, and change into a nice black blouse, black skinny jeans, and black heel boots. I tuck the blouse into my pants and the ends of the pant legs into my boots. I grab my phone and head downstairs of Sam and Lydia's house.

As we drive through the town, I notice it is silent. My mom is so dearly loved in this town.

Correction, was.

She was so dearly loved in this town. She was a superhero. She invited people into the church that everyone else thought were helpless. She gave gifts to families on christmas because they couldn't afford them. She visited the elderly in retirement homes every Saturday. Everyone loved her.

And as we drive through the town, it is apparent. No one is walking through the streets. There are almost no cars. The whole town is silent.

We get out of the car and walk into my childhood church and to my father's office. I hug, and say hello to the secretary and the two employees, and then walk up to my father's door and knock.

After about half a minute he opens the door.

"Willow." He steps to the side and he lets me in.

"Father."

I walk over and sit at one of the chairs across his desk and wait for him to sit.

"What happened?" I immediately ask.

"She had the right of way." He began. "She turned left onto Main Street and an eighteen wheeler drove into the intersection and didn't stop in time."

"What about the driver? Are you pressing charges?" I can feel the tears rushing and urging to come out, but i can't let them. Not in front of my father.

"No." He leans back in his chair.

"What? Why?" I lean forward in mine.

"Because I spoke to him myself, and I saw fear and guilt all over his face."

I scoff. I know there is no point to argue with him.

"I want to see her before tomorrow." I tell him.

"I had her cremated," he looks down at his desk.

"You didn't even give me the chance to see her?!" I yell as I jump out of my chair and land my hands on his desk. A few tears roll out. "She is my mother. The person I love the most in this world, and you didn't even give me the chance to see her."

He is silent.

"I want to do the eulogy," i tell him as I sit back on the chair. More tears falling. "And play taps. I also want half of the ashes."

"I can give you the first two," he shakes his head, "but not the last one. She stays with me."

"No," I yell again. Now I am close to sobbing. "She is my mom. I deserve to keep at least half of her with me."

"Fine," he slightly yells back. "But I want you and all of your things out of my house by Tuesday. Even the things your mother made a list of. It is on your bed in the bedroom."

"What?" I can hear my voice break.

"You heard me."

I stand up and slightly run out of his office.