The Boxer And The Dancer 2

Chapter 29

•Michael•

I Was Unprepared For This. I Didn't Want To Do This And With Non The Less, My Parents. My Dad Thinks He's Going To Just Take Over Everything. Good Thing Ma Dukes Had A Will.  He Started Planning The Funeral Already And No Matter What I Say His Ass Won't Listen. We've Been Constantly Arguing.

"Look Mother Fucker, I Cared For Her Way More Than You Did So I Make The Choices!" I Yelled At Him As Mikayla Held Me Back And My 'Mother' Stood With Him As We Argued Outside The Funeral Home.

"She Was MY Mother!"

"So What! You Know She Left Some Money, That's Why You're Doing This!"

"Oh Please! Michael You Still Have This Stupid Grudge Against Us And Your Acting Like A Child. I'm The Authority Here, What I Say Goes!"

"Man Fuck You! You Can Go And Let Me Worry About This Shit. That MY Mama!"

"She Was My Mother!" He Yelled Loud Enough For The Whole World To Hear. "Mine! Not Yours! She Birthed ME!"

Tears Started Running Down His Face, Which Shocked Me. I've Never Seen This Man Cry. I've Never Seen Him Emotional. All I Ever Saw From Him Was A Drunken, Drugged Ip Bastard Who Only Displayed Anger And That Was It. This Was New To Me. A Car Pulled Up And I Knew Who It Was. She Hopped Out The Car And Came Running To Us.

"I'm Sorry I'm Late I-....What's Going On."

"We Had To Walk Out." Mikayla Told Drea. "They Started Arguing."

"Are You Fucking Serious." She Said Looking Between Me And My Parents.

"I Deserve To Be The One To Plan This Funeral." I Said.

"No You Don't!" My Father Yelled.

"Stop It!" Drea Yelled At Us. "This Is Fucking Ridiculous. This Woman Is Dead And Y'all Can't Put Your Feelings Aside For Two Seconds?! Is This What She Would Have Wanted? You Know It's Not. Everybody Better Put On Their Big Boy And Big Girl Underwear, Get In There And Take Care Of Business."

After Everyone Calmed Down We Went Back Into The Funeral Home. Drea Ultimately Decided That Mikayla Would Be The One To Make The Decisions. After A Little Back And Forth We All Agreed To It And Began Leaving The Funeral Home.

"Michael." Drea Called As We Walked Out.

I Turned Around To Face Her But Not Saying Anything.

"Can You Please Just Talk To Me. I Know This Is Hard But Please Don't Shut Me Out."

"I'm Fine."

"Micheal-"

"I Just Want To Be Alone...Let Me Be Alone."

I Got In My Car And Watched As Drea Walked Over To Mikayla. They Said A Few Words And Then Hugged Before Going Their Separate Ways. I Drove Off, Going Home.

I Walked Into An Empty House. No Noise, No Sound Of The Guys Yelling, Talking And Arguing. No One Going Through The Kitchen, Looking For Food. It Was Just Complete Silence. I Went Upstairs Into My Room And Took Off My Clothes Then Climbed Into Bed. I Put My Phone On My Nightstand Which Has Been Going Off All Day. I Turned My Phone Off Then Turned Over And Went To Sleep.

When I Woke Up It Was Completely Dark In My Room. I Grabbed My Phone And Turned It On. The Light From My Phone Was Almost Blinding. I Had Plenty Of Missed Calls And Text From People Checking Up On Me. I Didn't Want To Be Bothered With Anyone At This Point. I Just Wanted To Get To This Funeral And Get It Over With.

My Heart Was Shattered Into A Million Pieces. The One Person Who Understood Me, Listened To Me, Really Knew How To Help Me, Was Gone. She Tucked Me In At Night. She Kept Me Full And With A Room Over My Head And Clothes On My Back. She Whole-Heartedly Supported Me In Everything. She Had All My Best Interest At Heart Even If I Didn't Think So. To Know That I Would No Longer Be Able To Call Her For Advise, Visit Her Or Hear Her Voice Tore At Me.